A Morbid Obsession with Plane Crashes Helped Me Cope with a Painful Disease
My fascination for plane crashes began with a nightmare I had a few years ago, where I felt like I lived through a very realistic crash myself.
The truth is I've always been somehow scared of flying. I've always had anxiety associated with airplanes. I suppose it is due to a lack of control. It's that, when flying, even though there are few chances for a deadly crash, if something goes wrong, there is nothing you can do. You cannot escape or run away, you have to face that, inevitably, you are going to die.
I dreamed I was flying towards Paris and that our plane was circling in a holding pattern over a nearby wood before landing. It was the evening, the night had fallen. I remember that we were close enough to the ground to see the trees had lost their leaves, but high enough for a crash to be deadly. There was much turbulence, to the point that the passengers were in panic. I could hear a few brief creams of fear, and some people were crying.
At some point, the pilot turned off the engine and it was suddenly dead silent. He spoke to the passengers through the microphone and apologized for not being able to control the plane. It only lasted a second, but there was no more noise for…
