I'm in a wide open field, like the hill above my parents', overlooking the city lights at night. Suddenly an airplane zooms low overhead and then makes a sharp turn upward and goes straight up, disappearing into the sky. This seems like a strange maneuver, and probably indicative of distress. I wonder if I should report it or something.

Then a small, ultralight aircraft buzzes up over the hillside and crashes into the field. The plane is wrecked, but two men get out and appear to be ok. They climb out and ask me if I could serve as a witness to what happened. I say sure, and tell them what I saw. They say they will call me.

(The next day, a plane crashed right near my parents'.)