I started out on these docks in the middle of some city. I was in with this big group of about 40 or 50 people, and we were all supposed to be reporters and members of the press. We were waiting around to hear from someone about some sort of big thing (possibly a tragedy?) that had happened. The way that we were situated was a bit strange. I was laying on my stomach, but I was still at about the same height, if not just a smidge higher, than where my head would be if I were standing. I was up on my elbows, and my knees were bent, and my bare feet were up in the air. I was on some sort of table or something.
At one point, one of the officials that we were waiting there to hear from asked us to all get out our media badges so they could see who should and shouldn't be there. I had mine on a nylon thing around my neck, so I flipped it up in front of me and laid it out on the table. Everyone else did the same. It was almost as if everyone there had a little table right in front of them, even though they were standing, that was about chest high or so, and all of their ID badges landed on the one in front of them. There seemed to be a bit of laughter that went around because, even though we knew that we were legit, the manner in which we all flipped out the badges at the same time and laid them out the same way seemed a little humorous. Even the official grinned.
Then someone came out for us to interview. I wasn't really concentrating on that, though. I was actually a bit worried about the people behind me staring right into my feet. I felt like I hadn't clipped my nails in a while, and I was afraid that they'd notice.
While the person was being interviewed, I looked past him towards this big cloud on the horizon. While I was watching it, I saw something light up orange inside of it, and then burn it's way through it. The glow grew and grew and then just suddenly whimpered out. From the other side of the cloud came this fighter jet.
At first no one else seemed to notice it, even though it was a pretty big scene happening right behind the guy they were interviewing. Then finally someone else noticed. It was a ways in the distance, but the jet turned and started heading towards us on the docks. Most of the media people now noticed it, and they started running in the opposite direction. They headed back up to the street. I didn't, but I'm not sure if it's because I knew that the person in the plane would be hurt or killed, or if I was just too interested to leave, or if I just knew that I wasn't going to get hurt by it by standing there.
Finally the jet came in close and crashed into the water. It tumbled over itself several times, and
finally when it landed, it was upright, and it was close to the docks. A rescue crew was there, and they got the plane close, and a girl in her early 20's got out of it. She was smoking from the explosion, and she was sooty and dazed, but she was okay. She kind of stumbled up onto the docks, and I think I was asking her if she was okay. She blurted out that she wasn't because they (the military) were going to kill her for wrecking one of their planes. I tried to reassure her as we started walking up the dock in the same direction that most of the people had taken off in.
We wound up going a little farther right and we walked right into this warehouse type of building that was there on the docks. Inside it was kind of dark except for the light coming in through the open garage-like doors. At this point a lot more people were around trying to see if she was okay and if she needed anything, and she kept just trying to tell them that she was fine but the military was going to have her neck for this. I somehow got the impression that this wasn't the first time that this had happened to her.
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