As if I’m not anxious enough about flying on Sunday to Hawaii, I had to go and have a nightmare last night about the flight. Isn’t it weird how our brains transform our hidden stress into vivid, nerve-wrecking, realistic dreams that no matter how hard you try — you can’t make yourself wake up from when you want to?
It started with all of us waiting to board the plane. We all had our boarding passes — me, my husband and our kids. When we bought the tickets we made sure to pay a little more for seats all together so none of us would have to spend either flight (we are connecting in LAX) sitting next to a pervert. C’mon, you know that if you have to share your personal space with a stranger you automatically assume they are a pervert and try never to make eye contact — well, I do.
Anyway, in the dream right before boarding we looked down at our passes and saw that our seats were all separate. My daughter got a seat in the middle all the way in the back of the plane and was very upset. I tried to get the agent to change the seats but she said it was too late. We got in our seats and then I realized I forgot my bag under the chair in the waiting area! I went to go get it and somehow (you know how dreams are) the airport suddenly transformed into somewhere completely different and all of a sudden I had no idea where I was or how to get back to the plane — and more importantly, my family.
I finally found a gate and was allowed onto the plane. I couldn’t see my husband or kids but I just thought it was because I was frazzled and it was a packed flight. The pilot starts to make an announcement and says “Thank you for joining us on flight yada-yada…non-stop service from DFW to Chicago” What?? Chicago? NO, NO! I’m going to LAX!!
I bolted up out of my seat and ran furiously off of the plane. Again, I was in the strange terminal and was lost. Panic completely sets in and at this point one part of my brain knows I’m sleeping and it’s a dream. I’m trying to wake up because I can’t breath but I don’t. Finally I make it back to GATE 58 (I even remember the gate number!) and onto the plane. They are just about to pull away for take off.
I turn around and see my poor daughter stuffed between two weirdos and starting to cry. That makes me start to cry and at this point my alarm goes off and I wake up. Thank God! I was drenched in sweat and still felt like I wanted to cry.
Normally I hit the snooze and try to get in 10 extra minutes. Not this time. I was happy to wake up and get ready for work!