I was enjoying a relaxing time in my old neighbourhood with some childhood friends. We were playing ball all day, had stuff to eat and just generally had a great time. Then during a half time basketball break we look up because we hear the sound of an airplane, and see this huge 747-400 about 250 meters high in the sky struggling to make a turn and not being able to pull up. Moments later we witness the plane crashing into the ground about a kilometer away from us. We felt the impact, we saw the explosion and we panicked. This was the moment me and my childhood friends got together, and we started to realize this was it, it was the end. There was no way we could get out of there in time. About 30 seconds later a huge wall of debris, flames and dust enduldged us and I woke up.