I was chilling with my friend/local bartender in a beach bar next to a big pasture, across from some houses. We saw a jet taking off from nearby at a funny angle, and all of a sudden it lost control and nosedived into the pasture, destroying several houses.
We ran up to see if we could help anyone cuz the plane hadn't exploded much, so we wanted to get people out of there ASAP. I wasn't wearing any shoes and kept cutting and burning my feet on various bits of hot shrapnel and debris.
There were lots of people burning, and it smelt like some kinda gross pork tenderloin, like off meat or something. At this point I woke up with a start and my feet actually sort of hurt for a second as I went from dream to reality.