Plane Crash

[Tessie]

It's a pretty, blue skied day. At most, a few puffy white clouds. I'm standing outside in a partially developed, partially wooded area. To my left is a rundown, small, one-story, white building--like a 1930's house gone to seed. To my right is a red bricked building, again one-story, that in my head I think is Grandma's house but it isn't. There is construction being done on the red bricked building like an addition is being added to the side facing me. From behind me on the right, a large, white passenger aircraft, with red, white, and blue markings flies low and slow on a path that will take it near the red building as if on approach for landing. I notice the plane is flying too slowly and as I watch, it nose-dives into the ground but then topples to the left. I realize the tail section is going to smash into the buildings and I need to warn someone. The tail crashes into the buildings in a fiery mess and, for some reason, what I thought was "Oh, no. The priests."