I am flying in a plane. It suddenly turns left at a 45-degree angle and descends. I wonder what it’s going to feel like to crash. I open my eyes and see a forest canopy below me. I think any time now my life will end. Then I feel soft flecks on my skin — soft snow is falling. We land gently. I get out of the plane and walk to the front to see the pilot. The plane is now a small bus with a few passengers. I inform a woman that I have landed in this strange place with nothing. She telepathically tells me that everything I need is over there. I look and see two components in tan boxes reminding me of receiver and transmitter.
What does this dream say to me? It says: Fear not. Telepathic communication is omni-present.