Double nightmare

I had two nightmares last night. Very short.
The first one, I was backstage in a large theater, and I was alone. I was locking up at night. I turned around and saw someone out of the corner of my eye. He was medium build and had tanned skin. He had been trying to creep around, but as soon as I saw him, he exploded from his hiding spot and rushed me. I pulled out my phone to dial 911 in an effort to fend him off, but he tackled me before I could even hit a button. I woke up gasping and my heart was pounding.
Luckily I got back so sleep for this delightful gem. I was riding on an airplane, and the woman next to me whips out her cellphone and starts texting people during the flight. (This really happened recently. Terrifying. I KNOW Mythbusters busted it; I’m not willing to wager my life on wacky smug special effects schlubs.) Anyway, the plane goes down in flames, and I witness it all in detail I wish my mind didn’t come up with. The ground outside the window, the people screaming, the sound of the engines chugging against wind resistance. I survived, I guess, then had to wander around the airport to get another flight to where I was ultimately going.