Plane Crash

I am in an airplane with my dad. He is trying to crash-land the plane. I look out the windows and there are missles being fired at buildings somewhere in the distance. This is the reason for the crash-landing.

We land on the highway. Everything slows down as we move through the traffic, hitting cars and missing others. We finally come to a stop. Dad leaves pilots cabin and says I must take the elevator down to the ground. I am furious! I say that I will take whatever way I please down (I would rather climb down) but then hop in the elevator anyway and ride silently with my father and another male passenger. I am surprised that I am not ashamed of myself for my outburst.

The elevator opens on to a patio party of some sort. There are people there that I recognize and others are talking about the missle strikes. Someone speculates that it was the Supreme Court who fired the missles. The dream continues but that is all I can recall