For some reason I was in some swampy jungle place in Brazil with a load of friends I didn't even know and I was waiting for someone (can't remember who) to arrive. Just then I seen the plane he/she was supposed to be on fly overhead but then all of a sudden it began to fall out of the sky and landed in a huge river bed. 50 cent was with me now for some fucked up reason and we ran over to the scene to try and save the passengers but all we found were hundreds of corpses floating in the water, it was fucking horrific. Hundreds of news crews were crowding round us.
Next- I was back in my house and the coffins of all the people who had perished in this disaster were getting brought in (hell knows why) I had to store them all in my bathroom. Then when I tried to get to sleep at nighttime I woke up to discover my house was haunted by all the people who died on this flight, there was hostile spirits everywhere.
I got all the coffins out of my house in hope to rid the spirits but they wouldn't leave me and seemed to be attached to me, I was being haunted 24/7 by these unrested souls.
I'm scarred for life.