I had this dream months ago but somehow it sticks with me so greatly. Here goes: I'm driving down the road with my mom and my boyfriend and we are pulling this trailor with some kind of explosive gasoline on it. All of a sudden air planes that have been hijacked are falling from the sky all around us. (I dream of hijacked planes a lot lately. No real relation to 9-11 though!) We are driving through this place that is almost like a mountain. It as high dirt walls that I realistically smell and feel the dampness from the earth. Whoever is driving makes the car start swirving because they are looking at and are scared of the airplanes. I realize the car is going to crash so I get out (somehow... while it's still driving) and run to a nearby tree that I can shield myself from the blast with. The explosives on the back rip the car apart with my mom and boyfriend inside. And I feel the tree on my back and the explosion. I look up and see all these flames around me. Later in the dream I'm back in my old highschool talking to my boyfriends parents. I ask if they've heared from him and they say no. I feel really sad but part of me knows that he is alright. Later I see him on crutches. This is a very detailed dream that has driven me crazy for months. I can't figure out it's meaning. I never really have dreams that detailed. I honestly could feel the dirt. Any ideas?