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I woke up on a metal stretcher, immobilized from the diaphragm down. My right shoulder and my right arm are also immobilized.
I try to get up but these two body areas are too dense and heavy, I can not get up.
My diaphragm and my right arm have both a grotesque appearance.
The fingers of my right hand take the form of three claws made ​​of flesh.
My diaphragm is a coarse set of muscles.
I'm not panicking, but I think this is all very strange.

I got on a plane with my cousins Amanda, Nathan, my Uncle, Aunt, and a family friend named Dawn, along with my own immediate family. The plan hit turbulence so we strapped in. Then it started going down, flipped over and sank into the sea. The plane slowly sank to the ocean floor and water began to slowly flood in. We went to the lower level of the plane which was now on top. The lower level of the plan happened to look like my basement. Everyone huddled together, scared of dying.

I started crying because I didn't want to drown and I wished the plan had just exploded so it would be over quickly. Dawn said I should look out the window and watch the fish swim by to distract myself. It didn't work! I started praying for God's help. Then me, my mother, my aunt, and my cousin all held hands and said the 'Our Father'. I then found my Dad in the crowd and told him I loved him. Then I sat by the window again to wait for death to come.

I thought about how at least now I didn't have to worry about going to school, paying off loans, or getting a career. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a glowing white light that continued to grow. I reached out to it, assuming I'd died and the angels had come for me. But soon all I could see was light and when it faded we were at my house. The plane wreckage was in my front yard along with the survivors. My mother insisted we were alive and had been miraculously saved. My father and I figured we had all died and this was some sort of Purgatory.