Crash and Burn.

I always have vivid dreams. Each morning I remember 3 to 5 dreams I've had the night before. It would take me an hour or two to tell the details of these dreams as I remember so many.
Last night was no different, except that it was a completely horrific dream. I cried and cried when I awoke and am still shaken by it.
I'm going to start in the middle of the dream, the beginning wasn't much.....
I'm on a plane with three other people and the pilot. Two rows of two seats. I'm in the back on the right, my sister sits beside me to my left. I don't know the other two people or the pilot. It's a small plane and there are no windows except in the cockpit. I can see through the window if I strain. The plane takes off and all is well...for the first few minutes, then the ride seems bumpy and I feel concerned, I strain to look out the cockpit window and all I can see is black and white snowy static....the kind you get on your tv when your cable goes on the brink. Then I feel the plane falling, and the static clears and I see that we are about to crash. I see the ground approaching fast and notice the pilot is trying to straighten the plane out and get us landed. I can see a highway ahead, and know the pilot means to land on it. We approach and I see the highway splits into two lanes. The pilot has to choose which lane he is going to land on. The lane on the left is a bridge with civilian cars. The second lane on the right is full of buses and transport trucks. The pilot chooses the lane to the left with the civilians...the lane on the bridge. All four of us are screaming and scared to death. I am freaking out, wondering...what will happen? When we crash will the bottom of the plane rip open? Will the walls cave in and crush my head? Will it hurt? Will the plane catch on fire with me in it? Will I burn to death? What about my baby girl? Will I ever see her again? What about my baby? We skid down and crash land onto the bridge.....an explosion all around me....we crash into all the civilian cars..... and we skid off the bridge and begin to fall......we're falling, falling, falling. We get caught in some dense trees. We're suspended for a second, which seems like forever.....as we're suspended I know we're going to fall, I know I'm going to die. I am so full of fright, I am so overwhelmed with fear I can't breath....I then feel the plane begin to fall....I can feel that falling feeling in the pit of my stomach, I begin to scream out loud....Mommy loves you little girl....Mommy loves you little girl....Mommy loves you little girl.....and I wait for the crash, and I wait for the crash.....but it doesn't come. It doesn't happen. All I can feel is that falling feeling in the pit of my stomach. And I wake up.....the plane crashed, and I didn't know it. So I step out of the wreakage, and walk a bit....I see two people who are dead on the front lawn of an old burned down house. I walk passed them and figure our plane must have hit them before it crashed and that is what killed them. I walk into this house that is burned down. There are two old people sitting on the burnt furniture so I sit beside them. I ask them what happened, they tell me they were very old and knew they were going to die soon so they burned down their house around them so that they could die with their memories. I walk outside and see the two dead people on the front lawn get up and walk into a forest with the old people from the burned down house. All the while I can feel that falling feeling in my stomach and all I can hear in my head is.....Mommy loves you little girl! And I wonder where I am and where is my daughter. Why don't I remember the crash? So I walk a bit further and there is a funeral.....and I realize it is the funeral for the people in the plane. Someone tells me my sister died in the crash. So I walk up to this long table which has personal items on it, and there are people behind the table handing these personal items to the relatives of the loved ones who died. I walk up and am handed a letter from my sister. It is hand written, her hand writing from when we were kids...it's addressed to me. I cry and cry and cry. I can still feel this falling feeling and wonder why I can't remember the crash, and I ask where my baby is and the people behind the table look at me sadly and ask me to move along. I get to the end of the table, this is where they are handing out little mirrors, about 2 inches by 2 inches, with the name of the dead person on it and a little poem about them. Someone hands me the mirror meant for me, I look at and expect to see my sister's name on it, but instead it it has my name on it. I'm the one who died. I am frozen. Everything replays in my mind. I realize I don't remember the crash because it happened so fast that I didn't feel it, I didn't know it happened. The last thing I remember is the anticipation of the crash, bracing for it, then the falling feeling and my cries for my little baby girl. I fall to my knees and realize that I should have known I was dead because the old people in the house were dead and I could see them, the people on the front lawn were dead and I could see them. So I cry out in anguish for my daughter, where is she! I want her back, I want to see her. Someone tell her I love her!
Then I wake up. For real this time. Thank God. It was terrible. I cried so hard. It felt so real. It was awful.
In a nutshell, I think the dream is about me being afraid of relapsing. I have this terrible feeling inside of me that I am going to crash and burn so to speak. I could go on about what I think it meant, but I'm a bit sad again, thinking about this dream. I wanted to get this one down because it was so real and affected me so. I am not ready to let it go yet.