Dream V: Dead

I am in a large plane, one with two aisles, wide. I get up to go to the bathroom, there is a bit of turbulence and the plane begins to dive at a slight angle which gradually becomes more pronounced until it begins to upset the passengers. I say nothing as I stand in place bracing myself waiting for it to pass. Now the plane turns even more steeply in an arc towards the ground, and panic screams through the plane. We are going to slam perpendicular to the ground at incredible speed, this is certain, the pilot can do nothing. I wonder if it is water or land we are over, probably land. Still I am silent, I think to myself about the death I will soon know and the electric current of uninvited fear runs through my body, my heart beats faster, and I feel the intangible state of death already working itself into me, but at this moment, I decide to not fear what will happen, and not to think about it, because there are more important things to consider, because no amount of worrying will make a whit of difference. I close my eyes and meditate, the thoughts that do slip through my mind involve how soon the plane will hit, fifteen seconds? Six? Adrenaline released up to the last second, I enjoy its tremulous succor, drinking deeply. Touchdown, I wake up in the afterlife and record the experience of my death.