I was on a plane when there was a loud roar and then (I could somehow see out the front window) the clouds parted and I saw that collision with a building was imminent. At the moment of impact I found myself walking into a support group at a small restaurant, where there was a sign that indicated it was the three year anniversary of the crash and I was carrying a book on handling grief. I immediately broke down sobbing uncontrollably and some woman tried to comfort me by telling me she had lost her significant other too. It seems I was somehow in the mind of my significant other mourning the loss of myself.