This dream took place outside my childhood home. It was me, my mum, and brother.We were sitting inside her car; placed horizontally across the road facing our home. it was a perfectly clear day. It was ‘plane day’, not just in our suburb of Brighton, but in the whole world, the sky was littered in aircraft of all types right to the horizon of a whole 360. I seemed to be equally taken aback by how perfect the day was, as I was with the planes. It was either mum or my brother that pointed out a plane the was barrel roling, emitting smoke, at this point my dream view left my eyes and was just out of the car, I could see this plane was still under control, it was as if it was slow motion crashing but staying under control, it barrel rolled right near the car whilst emitting a series of popping sounds and a light engine noise and kept on flying. The planes were just continuous and everywhere. My view still being above/behind the car I turned a 180 to face my neighbours house as a helicopter was landing behind me, as it landed the main blade must have nicked something and it proceeded to implode, the amount of detail was amasing, watching the metal fold in on itself, a completely surreal dream. As soon as the helicopter had disappeared my dream ended.