Weirdest freaking dream ever.
My fam was planning on going to the beach on a day I couldn't go, just a day trip. We had 5 cars parked in my driveway, badly. They were scattered everywhere in the lawn, you know. So I picked up Megan from her house because we needed to do... something? (I guess that part wasn't important) And as we were pulling in to my house (I parked pretty much right in front of my front door, in some brand new car, possibly Megan's, and I saw a bigger car, like an SUV leave my house. Just after we parked and got out Megan and I looked around and we saw my mom and bro with like 12 bikes attached to a Miata drive away. (My mom was driving.) The other cars in the driveway felt natural and were parked perfectly in the driveway (Only these new strange cars were oddly parked).
This is the part of the dream that kinda scared me: As I was standing near the front of my lawn with Megan I was wondering what to do - just, what to do. Just then, what appeared to be a 747 caught my eye and was dead-spinning straight down, not too fast, but it was obviously going to crash. The reason I "say what appeared to be" is because that was only from perspective. The plane, in fact, was mroe of a very small private jet with not much wingspan. It crashed right next door. My left neighbors, except for some reason it wasn't anything like the house that's actually next to mine - it was more like the one two houses down, but with the driveway of my neighbor across the street.
The plane crashed and I felt pain for who certainly died in it. I turned to Megan and yelled "Look! A 747 = it's going to crash!" just before it did, but Megan didn't care enough to look. She just looked in the western direction, staring. I tried to physically turn her face but I gave up and decided I needed to call 911. I started jogging towards my house and I saw someone climb out.
It was day time. I expected the plane to at least be on fire, but it was a clean landing except for the plane being in 4 pieces. As I was running I saw what seemed like the pilot climb out. His legs were convulsing but he was managing to use his arms to bring himself closer to the neighbor's house he almost crashed into. In fact, he was going unnaturally fast. I was going to say "Don't worry I'm calling 911" when I saw my neighbor come out, see the man, and run back inside his house in fear. By this time the man had stood up and was limping one leg with his left arm slightly further out than his right, both stiff and moved only by his body's convulsions of walking. Zombie-Like.
So I thought. He's a zombie, of course. But I went over to him, and he turned to me, about 5 feet away, and I looked him in the eyes. Only his head turned. I saw an old man, a somewhat... worn out pilot in some uniform (could've been Delta or the Air Force as far as I know - it was a dark blue jacket), he had no facial characteristics of a zombie except wrinkles. But I knew he was. So he cocked his head to one side as he looked at me and BOOM. I woke up, a little freaked out.
Any "David"s wanna give a wack at it, feel free to interpret.
Time to sleep again.