Screaming or howling

I moved to New Zealand from Scotland a few years ago. Thoughts about old friends come up every now and again, but I only went to Primary School with them. Now, to set the scene. I will try and simplify, as explaining would take some time. In my town there is an annual event. At this event there are many groups doing different things, and a group I am involved with take turns with a similar group each year doing the same thing. Please tell me if you do not understand. Onto the dream. It starts, when I am walking home from school, when who do I see but my good old friend <PERSON>. Now <PERSON> is here for the event, as it is one year in the future and he, who lives in Scotland and probably has no idea of the group and event I am affiliated with, is with the second group taking their turn running their part of the event. Odd, I know. We go into town, I do not remember details but I remember reminiscing about Primary School, and me asking about other friends in Scotland. He eventually arrives at, what seems to be a location in many of my dreams that does not exist in my current home town, a large church on a small hill, surrounded by old brick/metal bar fencing/barrier, with a large metal gate at one side. I follow him inside, at this point he seems to be ignoring me, concentrating on being inside the church, where I have since not been allowed. I tried getting his attention, to no avail. We end up in this room, where there are other adult men I do not recognize. They all look at me like I have done something very wrong. <PERSON> looks at me, and says "Bye Andrew"... it fades, but I end up back in the middle of town. I am feeling sad about what happened, but then completely out of the blue, behind some small buildings which you would easily see a plane over, appears from as if underground a plane pulling up hard. It is close, and HUGE. I start running. I watch the plane. It is barely off the ground, pointing straight up, and slowing down from it is initial pull up. It drops slowly, the world is quiet, and lands on the buildings it came from. Screaming is heard. I am still running but I still see the cloud of smoke covering everything and coming out from the impact zone, so no wreckage is visible. This, since it came from nowhere, gave me a fright and I awoke myself. I am going to discuss some thoughts I had about this in a new thread, thanks for reading.