2025年6月12日 晚觉June 12, 2025 · Night

飞机奇迹般地迫降在市区步行街旁，机身完好。然而救援人员漫不经心，父亲打来电话开玩笑要银行卡密码，甚至偶遇了一位老友，他对我提到的"穿越"毫不在意，只让我去吃饭。一切看似正常，却透着一种不真实的荒诞感。

我坐飞机去出差 然后途中男乘务还有机械师找我换位，并且说你们必须换位，wc 我差点生气，反问他给我个理由。 他看看我 没说话，眼里泪光打转，并且机舱电也停了，我明白什么意思了。

为了怕别的乘客慌张，我小声问飞机要出事了？他没有反驳，我就识趣的坐在给我换的窗子旁，窗子旁的座位坐着一个中年的好像是机组人员。因为他淡定的说 估计没了，百分之10左右把握，迫降的也是市区，现在高度特别高，一会是直接飞机无动能，全靠操作拉升了。我听完也没很害怕，因为我也无法改变，拿出手机给我爸妈我们三个群里发个消息我说我先死了啊 服了 坐个飞机 出事了，倒霉死了。

然后也没人回 此时此刻飞机直接开始垂直向下，好像无动能一样，乘客有害怕的 有哭的 我很亢奋，很刺激但是也挺无奈，一会要死了。我旁边那个中年人一脸淡定也不说话。因为下降速度特别快 我进入到一个光圈中 绿色为主蓝色为辅，时间是很慢的在里面，眼里看到的就是这个光圈的样子 像黑洞一般，我能看见自己，脑子里能想到未来，并不是看到。但是在里面一会就会回到机舱现实中，里面声音嘈杂 大家很害怕 我拿出了手机给我爸妈拍视频 甚至这个时候我还找找角度哈哈，临死最后一个视频想给自己拍帅点，拍两次不是很好看 我没发 拍到第三个发出去了，视频里 我大喊 来吧 我就不信能让我死，赶紧来 来快点。

然后我又进去到了光圈里 来回三次，在最后一次进去，我知道了我不会死，我不知道我为什么知道 但是我就是脑子里有这个意念了，我看了眼那个中年人，闭着眼 我不知道他是等待死亡 还是等待重生。

随着机舱摇晃和碰撞带来的顿感，在地面上拖行了很久，最后我们在一个步行街旁的大道上停了下来，飞机没有起火，机身也没有断裂，挺靠后机舱门打开了，我诧异的是 外面救援人就连下机舱的梯子都没搭，他们漫不经心的，我很诧异，也在疑惑。

看见我了 把梯子接上了 我走了下来，然后我爸打开电话，说我上新闻了 迫降成功，还开玩笑的说下次有这事 第一时间发支付宝银行卡密码，说完了笑笑 更多是劫后重生的调侃吧。这个时候有人喊我名字，我一看是很久没见到一个朋友，他长相也没变，我很惊讶的告诉他 我穿越了 在飞机里。我想到了未来，我说穿越不是真的肉身去 而是脑子想到然后看见的。他听完没有很惊讶，笑了笑点了下头。说旁边步行街 饿了吧 自己去吃点饭吧。我也笑笑 我就去吃饭了。

走的小吃街里 我先看到了一个女人穿着紧身衣服 像泳衣 露一半屁股在外面 端着很多盘子，我走过去他也没看我，然后再往里面走，很多人在吃饭 但是一个说话的也没有，很安静 我坐了下来，开始回想刚才发生的事，这个时候面上来了 我去抬头拿筷子 然后看到吃饭的大伙，他们吃饭没有人说话各吃各的，梦里的我忽然惊了，也想通了。这个飞机没出事前我身处的环境不是这个样子，我到底在哪？

The plane miraculously made an emergency landing beside a downtown pedestrian street, fuselage intact. Yet the rescuers were indifferent, my father called to joke about sending my bank PIN, and I even ran into an old friend who shrugged off my talk of "time travel" and simply told me to go eat. Everything seemed normal, yet laced with an unreal absurdity.

I was on a plane for a business trip when a male flight attendant and a mechanic came to me and said we had to switch seats. I almost got angry and demanded a reason. He looked at me without speaking, tears welling in his eyes, and the cabin lights went out. I understood what it meant.

Not wanting to alarm the other passengers, I quietly asked whether the plane was going to crash. He did not deny it. I took the hint and sat by the window they had assigned me. A middle-aged man who seemed to be crew sat in the next seat. He said calmly that the odds were about ten percent, the emergency landing site was somewhere in the city, the altitude was very high, and soon the engines would die—everything would depend on the pilot pulling up manually. I was not very frightened, since there was nothing I could change. I took out my phone and sent a message in the family group chat: "I'm gonna die first, what rotten luck, the plane's going down."

No one replied. The plane began dropping vertically, as if it had lost all power. Some passengers were terrified, some crying. I felt exhilarated—thrilling yet helpless, about to die. The middle-aged man beside me looked perfectly calm and said nothing. Because the descent was so fast, I entered a halo of light—green dominant, blue secondary. Time moved very slowly inside it; all I could see was this ring of light, like a black hole. I could see myself; I could think about the future, though not actually see it. After a while I would snap back into the noisy cabin, where everyone was terrified. I pulled out my phone to record a video for my parents, even fussing over the angle—ha—wanting my last video to look handsome. The first two takes weren't great so I didn't send them; the third one I sent. In the video I shouted, "Bring it on! I don't believe you can kill me—come on, hurry up!"

Then I entered the halo again, three times back and forth. On the last entry, I knew I would not die. I do not know how I knew, but the conviction was simply there. I looked at the middle-aged man, eyes closed. I could not tell whether he was awaiting death or awaiting rebirth.

With the shaking and jolting of impact, the plane dragged along the ground for a long time. Finally we stopped on a broad road beside a pedestrian street. There was no fire; the fuselage had not broken apart. The rear cabin door opened, and to my surprise the rescuers outside had not even set up a disembarkation ladder. They were completely nonchalant. I was astonished and confused.

When they saw me, they attached the ladder and I walked down. Then my father called, saying I was on the news—emergency landing successful. He joked that next time something like this happened, the first thing I should do is send my Alipay and bank card PINs. He laughed; it was mostly gallows humor. Then someone called my name. I looked and saw a friend I had not seen in a long time; he looked exactly the same. I excitedly told him I had traveled through time inside the plane—I had seen the future. I said the travel was not physical but something your mind thinks of and then sees. He was not very surprised; he smiled and nodded. He said there was a pedestrian street nearby, asked if I was hungry, and told me to go eat. I smiled too and went to eat.

Walking through the food street, I first saw a woman in tight clothing like a swimsuit, half her backside exposed, holding many signs. I walked past her but she did not look at me. Farther in, many people were eating, yet not a single person was talking—dead silent. I sat down and began thinking about what had just happened. Then the noodles arrived; I looked up to grab chopsticks and saw the other diners. None of them spoke; each ate in silence. The me inside the dream was suddenly startled, and it all clicked. Before the plane incident, my surroundings had not looked like this at all. Where on earth was I?