I went with friends on a psyc field trip, a long one. We would spend multiple days and nights there, I think we were somewhere in South America but we were doing all of our work in a very modern lab (that was all white). One night, we were all in a smallish dorm/bedroom. The room was dark and had the slightest bluish tinge to it (nighttime blue). My friends and I were sitting on one of the bunk beds. Other friends and people were sitting all over the room. We had just arrived that day; everyone still had his or her suitcase. The subject of dinner came up, if you had money with you, you could walk out to the local fast food places and get food there. My friend (who was a girl) was angry with me because I had already paid our food money to the trip counselors. She glared at me. Then the counselors that announced that if you had already paid them for food, they had gotten taco bell in bulk and we would all sit down and eat. My friend was less angry. So, after a few people left, we all walked out the door onto a patio bar-like area.
We sat down on a high table and they passed around paper plates and got out the food. This kid I didnt know, a boy with long hair and make-up (and was actually very pretty), was tripping on LSD (or something of the sort) and was half-standing on his tall barstool/chair waving his arms and swaying back and fourth dancing. Then I recognized that he was a kid I knew from my high school and middle school, and he suddenly had short hair again as if so I could recognize him (His hair quickly went back to being long after I had recognized him). He was telling us/me how the weed back home was so much better than it was here. When I reminded him we went to the same high school he said Oh yeah (recognizing me). The weed there was the best. Apparently he had moved around a lot before coming to the same schools as me so he had experience with all sorts of weed. Then, he climaxed into some kind of a high. And while dancing on this bar stool chair thing he said something about an airport or Jesus or a building or maybe all of them. Next thing I remember someone saying there was something wrong with the airplanes that people could not figure out.
There was a problem that wouldnt let them get off the ground so they were running a test flight with no one on it to see if it could take off. The back of the test flight airplane was somewhat like a house with large patio-like windows. Anyways, people I maybe sort of knew had decided to camp out in the back of the plane (they were hippieish). I appear in the back of this plane with them and it starts to move. I see the boy with long hair running after the plane as its taking off. The runway there is actually just a field of grass. I think there were onlookers watching too. At this point he becomes cat-like, does a run on all fours and then leaps and grabs the windowsill. We open it and let him in. When he sees me there he says something along the lines of, I know Im fast but how did you get here? I tell him Im magic (I did just appear there at will). And he agrees: of course. Then someone mentions that the plane is going to explode when it takes off because of the invisible barrier/problem thing that the people cant figure out and that were all going to die. But no one is worried or anything, its more like something thats just going to happen or that theyre going to do. So at that point, I apparate back to the first room I was in and all the people on the plane die when it explodes just after leaving the ground (I dont actually see the explosion).
Back in the room its night time again. All of us decide to gather in the room, everyone knows what happened to the boy and they know I was there. I think there are a little sad, but his death was not so much a tragedy as his personal choice. Among the people and friends there is a very skinny girl with large sunken purple rings around her eyes (shes almost cartoonlike). She was really rich and it was her familys house we were in. I recall some people picking partners of who they wanted to spend the night with. I dont remember whether it was a sexual thing or just a bed-sharing thing. The rich girl sitting on the floor (I think she was wearing a tutu) asks if she can go off alone to her room. I get the distinct impression she going to end up dead/killing herself too, just like the boy. I was not distraught or anything, it didnt seem to be a big deal.
