This is a dream found in another of my recipe books from 2011, the night of 15 February.

A colleague (Jean) and I were passengers in Graham´s car. We approaching a steep hill in the village where I lived as a child. A plane was coming in to land on one of the “hanging landing pads”. The plane has thrusters used when landing – underneath, both sides and rear – the main engines were turned off.

It missed.

The “landing pads” were hanging shelves, one on top of the other.

The pilot tried to ascend, but failed – the aeroplane turned over onto its back and crashed. It started to slide down the hill, approaching the car, we were under the wing before it stopped.