My dream was a classic Emily's messed up nightmare kind of thingy.

First of all, it was set at West Point. I mean, that's just perfect, right? It was me and a bunch of little kids and we were flying out of West Point for somewhere, I don't really remember. And one of the kids was a quiet little boy who had some issues. The other girls were watching him. We all boarded the plane and West Point Jason was there.
"I have a funny feeling about this ride" he told me. The plane took off but lost all altitude and slammed into a large pine tree and then into the Hudson below. The door opened and Jason and I swam to the surface, I was barely alive when we reached the top. Everyone in the plane had petrified into little glass animals. Then we heard a cackle. A small officer's child, the kid with issues, was standing in full dress uniform on the bluffs with mechanical gear screaming, "It comes down to this! I will kill you one day Emily...and all your dreams will now be nightmares."
Jason and I dried off and were mourning the loss of the dead at the West Point club when everything turned black and white and the kids face turned to me from outside with his father playing on the lawn.
"Am I crazy?" I asked Jason and he told me I was and to watch out for myself.

What is wrong with me!