For some reason, each time I get more and more scared

So we were flying over the Himalayas. I was urged to look out the window at the vast expanse of white and rock. Only the cabin was filled with a deafening screeching noise, air rushing in around the exit door. "Is everything okay?" I tentatively asked the stewardess, not too sure I wanted the answer. "Abnormal, but fine," she reassured. Before we'd left, he'd reminded us to remember this was all a dream. Still, visions of the door flying off into the clouds, bodies sucked into the air spinning as though in dance, filled my head. Bodies breaking upon white and rock. There was no comfort.