I don't remember most of the early stuff in the dream, but I was in some town or city with my family (I think), and there was a severe weather warning. So severe that they were airlifting people out of the area.
We got into a helicopter. I was in the front seat (right side), next to the pilot, and there were 4 or 5 people in seats behind me. The flight got really rough, as the wind picked up and buffeted the copter from side to side. A particularly sharp gust shoved us toward the ground. I'm not sure of the exact physics involved (heck, it was a dream), but I remember being horrified that we'd slam down tail-first and my family would die. I hoped very hard that it would tip forward instead, thinking that more people would survive that way. As it did so, as I could see the ground rushing up at me through the windshield (in slow motion, everything had slowed down at that point), I was grateful that I would be the one to hit first, that I would be allowed to make that sacrifice.
Time did something weird after we hit. If I were writing this as a story I would say I was knocked unconscious, but I didn't think of that in the dream. The ground was rushing up at me, and then a bit of confusion, and I was pinned there in the dark. Not scared, just sort of there. Knowing I couldn't really do anything to help myself, I just waited.
There were a lot of voices outside the darkness. Rescue crews. Somehow they knew I was alive in there, because an older woman (who seemed to be in charge) started yelling at me. "If we pull the seat off you, do you think you can crawl out? Can you move?"
I took stock of myself. Not in pain, or not very much. Seemed to mostly be intact. I said something, or maybe grunted something. She took it as a yes and told the crew to continue. I thought that was crazy--there was a whole helicopter on top of me.
I say I grunted something because about that time I figured out how weird my face felt. I carefully did not think what I probably looked like, but my teeth were all in the wrong places, bent back into my mouth. I kept my mouth partly open for comfort, and was equally careful not to move my head or prod anything with my tongue. I knew it would hurt; I figured I'd smashed my face against the dashboard or windshield.
Something at my back loosened, then pulled away. Daylight poured into the cockpit, and I found myself on hands and knees on the windshield. The rescue crews had just pulled the seat and its supports away from me.
"Okay!" Rescue Lady yelled. "Sarah, just crawl backwards. It's only a few feet till we can get to you. Come on, you can do it."
I still wasn't really in pain. But I could tell that I was pretty banged up. No pain in the neck or back, and I could crawl on hands and knees, so I started moving backwards very, very cautiously.
I ducked my head to glance at my feet once, confirming what I could feel. The right one, at least, was all out of shape and alignment. I figured it was pretty shattered. I also figured if I was careful enough I might not move wrong and kick in the pain. I kept creeping backwards, avoiding bumping that foot or my face, avoiding thinking about them.
Finally I was out in the open. I could feel the wind, I could hear sirens and people yelling and running around, but no one came to help me. I huddled there on the ground, knowing the pain would hit sooner or later, and getting tense and frustrated because no one was coming. (I did have a thought that they were probably working on the other passengers first.)
Rescue Lady (still not in my line of vision, but I couldn't turn my head to look) must have taken notice of me, because she told me to hang on, and then hollered at a nearby female paramedic, "Hey you! Give that gal her frustration assignment, okay?"
The paramedic paused in whatever she was rushing off to do, and told me quietly: "I want you to sit there. Be as still as you can. Concentrate on breathing through your nose. In, and then out. That's all you need to do right now. Breathe." Then she went rushing off.
I was still angry and frustrated, but I couldn't do anything else, so I started focusing on my breathing. I figured my nose must be smashed too, but I could get air, and that was the important thing. So I breathed in, and out, and found my tension relaxing.
And while I was breathing and waiting for the paramedics to get to me, I woke up.
I'm not going to try and interpret this, it may just be a "story dream."
But we had very high winds in my neighborhood last night, which may have given rise to the hurricane idea. The winds were still blowing like crazy when I woke from the dream at about 3:30am.
And kalquessa and I were discussing the supposedly common dream of teeth falling out yesterday, so possibly that played into this as well.
But it was extremely vivid. The very first thing I did when I woke up was shove my tongue against my teeth to make sure everything was fine, and then move my feet around to make sure they were okay, too.
My brain is weird.