What to you have to say about this dream/imaginative act?

Last night I had a dream that two jetliners crashed and that a macabre “amusement park ” was made from the remains of one (which was enormous—more like a cruise ship—or like the Mall of America.” The remainder of it was sunk into water and was an “attraction” and I was being escorted about same with certain airline big-whigs. I was protesting and telling them how I thought this was dreadful and an affront to those who died in the disaster. I begrudgingly took a soft drink.

My friend wrote this one today. I’m wondering what the collective makes of it. What is this story about—as fiction; as omen; as connection to the subconscious or the collective unconscious.