Okay, last night I had the most bizarre and realistic dream. I’m on an airplane and we’re flying to Hawaii. My seat is in row twenty-something but for some reason I’m in the back of the plane. Suddenly, there is a loud noise and I turn to face the front of the plane, I see a spark come from above about where my seat is and a fireball rushs up the sides towards the flight deck. No one is concerned about this as the fireball quickly goes out. No one is harmed. We land at LAX and pull up to a gate and we are told to get off the plane.
It’s not the usual kind of deplaning process, people are just trickling out; no rush, no waiting in line while the slow people take their dear sweet time getting out of their seats. It’s a double-aisle plane, maybe that’s part of it, but there’s no sense of urgency on the part of the passengers or the flight crew. However we were told to leave all of our belongings on the plane.
On the ground, however, is a different story. As soon as I get off the plane, I turn around to wait for further instructions and I see there are lots of ground crew folks rushing around the plane. Fire trucks pull up to the plane and suddenly the plane is engulfed in flames.
At this point, I look at my ticket in my hand. It says I’m on a direct flight, flight number 147 from Atlanta to Honolulu. I wonder why I’m in Los Angeles. The airline is either United or Northwest (I can’t remember, but am sure it was one of those two), and a representative of the airline comes over to us, apologizes for the delay and assures us we’ll be on our way to Hawaii shortly.
I look outside again and the flames are gone. Thick white smoke comes rolling through the jetway door and dissipates as soon as it reaches the terminal.
Some of the fire trucks leave and more ground crew personnel come. We are again told we would be leaving for Honolulu shortly, and to stay in the gate area. The ground crew gets out what looks like huge vaccum hoses and attach them to the plane. Meanwhile, men in fire protective clothing go inside the plane with various pieces of equipment to “blow out the smoke”, whatever that meant.
Next, we were permitted back on board the plane, they were rescanning our boarding passes, if we had them. I don’t know what happened if you didn’t have your boarding pass, as I has mine. We filed back onto the same plane, and there were still masked men going around inside cleaning out our belonging as we claimed them. Nothing was water-logged… there just may have been smoke inside our bags.
Getting everyone back to their seats was again a no urgency situation. People were more interested in standing around and talking to each other, as if at a party. I sit in my seat and look back towards the rear of the plane and notice someone I think I know. The longer I look at her, the more I begin to realize it’s “Ann” a girl I went to elementary school with. She smiles, as do I, and then I look away. Next thing I know she’s come over to say hello, exchange business cards, and we made small talk. We didn’t even talk about what just happened! In fact, no one did. No one seemed to care.
Ann returns to her seat and suddenly we’re ready for take-off. I begin to worry… I’m looking up at the overhead bin where the trouble began in the first place… the engines begin to whine and the plane begins rolling down the runway… finally, after a lengthy roll, we lift off, and you can feel the plane struggling to get into the sky. I look up at the overhead bin again worrying about what just happened. The whine of the engines slow down slightly, as they always do on every take-off, I look forward towards the front of the plane, back again towards Ann…
*poof* I’m awake.
What the hell was that all about? Usually dreams are made up of stuff that your conscious mind has thought about the past couple of days. Obviously, I fly alot, so air travel is always on my mind. Now, I’ll admit, the company has another trip to Hawaii coming up, but I haven’t been selected for it… yet. I haven’t thought about Ann in years…
I did some research. United’s flight 147 flies from Denver to Seattle. Northwest apparently doesn’t have a flight 147, or it doesn’t fly very often. I couldn’t get any information about it for Saturday, Sunday, or Monday. In fact, Northwest doesn’t even have a direct flight from Atlanta to Honolulu, and neither does United. In fact, the only carrier I’ve ever flown that does have a direct to Honolulu is Delta. Delta’s flight 147 doesn’t go to Honolulu, it goes to Santiago.
Anyone have any ideas? Dream analyzers… here’s your chance!
04/04/2005 at 10:06 am Permalink
Now I really am not much of a dream analizer, but maybe subconsciously you have a fear of a plane crash, or accident. As often as you fly, you do sometimes think like that. But I wouldn’t worry too much about it bud.