Frequent Flyer (Part 2)

I slipped into a bizarre dream where I was sitting in the same seat, alongside the same woman on the plane. Except for one major detail - these people were all dead! Their bodies were torn to shreds in places, body-parts were missing. The woman alongside me were missing her lower jaw and her left eye was hanging on a thread of flesh. The elderly gentleman's neck was broken and the little boy was running around on stumps - his little legs were cut off beneath his knees. I woke up with a pounding heart and a feeling of desperation and fear.
Then the truth slowly dawned on me - our plane fell and I survived. I was the sole surviver - but the dead was not going to let me go. Not untill I was taken from the wreckage.
I later heard that I was in the plane-wreck for 2 weeks. They found me among the rotting corpses, delirious then and still today as I am writing this to you from my bed in an institution for psychiatric patients.