Night of Terror

I am riding as a passenger on a jet airliner leaving Hawaii. We ascend and make ready to fly throught a long tunnel. The tunnel is dark and we fly through it, although I am frightened. The plane is dark and it seemed we were coming to the other side of the tunnel, as the tunnel lightend, the engines flamed out. All of them. The good news ia that we made it through the tunnel, the bad new is that new we are rapidly falling from 30,000 ft. I can feel the pit of my stomach rise. The worst part of this is being able to think about it on the way down. I decide that I should be the Zen master and sit calmly with my seat belt fastened, serenely watching the chaos as we fall.
I am in a in a sports car with my brother and we had just left an Air Force function. Had been drinking and since we had 2 people in his Porche Turbo 911 it was time to take the HOV. We headed through an underpass where a motorcycle policeman is monitoring traffic. My brother passes him on the left berm of the high speed lane. He looks over at me, with a hlaf-buzzed expression and says, "We should be all right because I wasn't speeding. The cop hits the lights and pulls put after us. My brother is pulling over and the cop collides with another pack of motorcyclists. I watch them tumble in slow motion. We stop and survey the carnage. People wailing and hurting, moaning and crying out but no fatalities. It's too terrible to look. I have to help but I don't know where to start.