Airplane Dream
One of the stranger dreams I've had in recent memory. Thought I'd quickly share it before we leave for the game.
I was on an airplane flying home from Amsterdam. Throughout the dream, I was almost completely immobile (due to disability, I think) and was carried around by other people.
The first hint of strangeness was when the pilot came out of the cockpit naked. At first he seemed to be showing off (and he did have a lot to show off), but then he looked down at himself with an "Eek, I'm naked!" expression and ducked back into the cockpit.
Then a bunch of flight attendants were running frantically through a different part of the plane, an industrial-looking part with no seats or carpeting. One of them was carrying me in her arms like a baby. She pointed through a window to something on the outside of the plane (I want to say a beacon) that was broken. "The others will probably work, but what if they don't?" she said. "Will that be enough when we're falling into the water?"
Is that really the kind of thing you're supposed to say to a passenger? I wondered, but didn't say.
She carried me back to the "public" part of the plane -- a very nice loungey part with banquette seats arranged in a circle -- and plopped me down in one of the seats. Soon, three handsome young black men dressed only in tiny silver shorts and capes came and sat around me. I noticed that I, too, was naked, and felt embarrassed at first, but they didn't seem to mind, so I rested my head on the nearest guy's shoulder, snuggled up against him, and peacefully tried to prepare myself for a fiery/watery death.
Interpret at your leisure.
I was on an airplane flying home from Amsterdam. Throughout the dream, I was almost completely immobile (due to disability, I think) and was carried around by other people.
The first hint of strangeness was when the pilot came out of the cockpit naked. At first he seemed to be showing off (and he did have a lot to show off), but then he looked down at himself with an "Eek, I'm naked!" expression and ducked back into the cockpit.
Then a bunch of flight attendants were running frantically through a different part of the plane, an industrial-looking part with no seats or carpeting. One of them was carrying me in her arms like a baby. She pointed through a window to something on the outside of the plane (I want to say a beacon) that was broken. "The others will probably work, but what if they don't?" she said. "Will that be enough when we're falling into the water?"
Is that really the kind of thing you're supposed to say to a passenger? I wondered, but didn't say.
She carried me back to the "public" part of the plane -- a very nice loungey part with banquette seats arranged in a circle -- and plopped me down in one of the seats. Soon, three handsome young black men dressed only in tiny silver shorts and capes came and sat around me. I noticed that I, too, was naked, and felt embarrassed at first, but they didn't seem to mind, so I rested my head on the nearest guy's shoulder, snuggled up against him, and peacefully tried to prepare myself for a fiery/watery death.
Interpret at your leisure.