I was walking with my mom along a path, in between some buildings and a cliff, separating us from a river. Further along the path, the water turned more blue and there was a beach down the cliff.

We discussed how, while in China, I held a pillow in front of me to block the bottom half of my field of view, so I could ignore some tourists and focus on mount Fuji. Yes, mount Fuji in China, of course. My mom recalled the time we bought the pillowcase that I was using on that pillow, years ago.

I saw a plane far away, and I thought it was an A320 even though I do not know how to identify them. It was climbing at a very high rate, as if it had maximum thrust and was flying empty. I pointed it out to my mom, then I saw another plane, a business jet, maybe a Learjet as I remember it had winglets.

It was flying at a much lower altitude, close to the sea and towards us. I hoped it would not crash, so of course, it crashed. That left a big round hole in an HSBC office building. At first, nothing else went wrong, it’s as if it just went through it like a knife through butter. After a few moments, large cracks appeared on the pillars supporting the building.

The building has passages to let pedestrians cross through it, between our path and a small square. This was the only exit I knew to leave the path, and I feared that we would get stuck, so I got my mother to walk faster and we managed to walk under the building and escape unscathed.