I was traveling again, a younger person but adult. With many others, all strangers. Most of them were traveling in groups.
I was traveling light, with just a few things. It was cold, kind of dark, as we headed from one classroom to our next one: a jet aircraft.
The jet was spacious and well-lit, with many halls, classrooms, and lounging areas. People rushed around, hurrying to get to preferred spots. As the jet took off, I wandered around, looking for a place to sit. As I did, I would think, oh, no, I forgot something – book – which was green — phone, laptop. But then an insight would come: no, I didn’t bring it, or no, there it is, over there.
Almost all the other travelers were females. They seemed younger than me. Classes and their locations were announced. I tried to get there but found I was too late: the class was always full.
Meanwhile, people left things on their seats to save them, so I couldn’t use their seats while they were in class.
Becoming very dejected, I passed a man in the hall who asked, “Do you need a seat?”
“I do,” I replied.
“Come on,” he said with a gesture, turning away. “I can find something for you on the flight deck.”
We got up there. He explained to the crew up there what was going on. Another crew member said, “We have no problem with letting him sit up here but we just gave the seats away to others, right before you arrived.”
They all apologized and I headed away, looking to see, do I have my phone? My green book? Laptop? As I confirmed, yes, I had those things, they announced the flight was due to land soon.
Dream end.
Michael Seidel, writer 