we were all flying somewhere, i’m not sure where. i was like the cruise director of the flight. most of my family was there, sister #2, cade, sister #3. . .
the inside of the airplane looked more like a luxury bus of some sort, and not at all like a real airplane.
i was introducing everyone on the flight to the group. rufus and martha wainwright were sitting in the back next to ryan adams. only in this dream, rufus was played by robert my writing teacher.
rufus/robert got really mad when i introduced him to the rest of the people on the flight. i was like, “dude you’re rufus people already knew who you were.” he was still pissed at me. i then went on to introduce ryan adams, who was also played by robert. ryan was totally cool. and rufus was really, really pissed about that. saying something about how ryan was so cool because he didn’t need to be an opening band anymore or something.
so the airplane suddenly takes off and i’m sitting on the floor at rufus/roberts feet, because i didn’t have time to get to my seat. and i could feel the plane taking off and i was trying not to smoosh rufus/roberts legs, but then something went suddenly and horribly wrong.
and we started going down instead of up.
somehow i looked out the window and we were landing on a street in some neighborhood. it was a swanky, hilly neighborhood with beautiful houses.
they let us off the plane and ushered us into one of the mansions until a van could pick us up and take us to a new plane.
somehow kari, her husband adam, and jake were at the mansion. we were all (kari and family, and the airplane passengers) getting ready to go somewhere. apparently it was someplace super swanky because all the girls were getting all dolled up and i felt sort of bad because i didn’t have any cute dolly girl clothes. so i just decided to take a soak in a pink hottub that was on one end of the main room of this place.
in the tub i kept trying to reach the pink soap called cashmere or caress or something. there was a c and an s and an r. the soap was pink, but i couldn’t quite reach it.
so i got out of the tub, and i think i might have been naked. and got dressed. and then damon from class was there and he was kinda giving me the stink-eye because i wasn’t all dolled up like the rest of the girlies. and there really wasn’t anything i could do because i didn’t have any cute girly doll clothes and paraphernalia. he was trying to make me feel bad, but i didn’t really care.
so everyone’s all dolled up and ready to go when a giant white van arrives to take us to the airport. the van drivers kinda snarky because we have so much stuff and he wants us to leave some of it behind. and i was mad because a lot of the stuff he wanted us to leave behind were cade’s most favorite toys and i was all like, no way we’re not leaving his pet dinosaur and what not.
so people get loaded into the van and i was gonna sit shotgun, but there was no room for my knees.
then i asked where we were and they told me california and i said, oh i thought we were in tennessee.
then i woke up.
The airplane is the ultimate symbol of submissive sexuality; The tummy-flip flops as you take off and land, the loss of control (willingly handing off control), and the sense of going so fast. The fact that you were on the floor in front of Ryan/Robert and Rufus/Robert and you were “going down” could be taken in more than ONE bad way. But I digress. The mansion sounds like some goal, some place you want to get to, but between your own comparison to others, and jason’s, I’d believe you were not feeling like you measured up to the people around you, but you’re not freaked out about it either. And the destination being different is your own realization that where you thought you were going to be in life if obviously not where you’re headed. Since there were no co-workers, I’d assuming you’re thinking of a personal direction.
Of course you’re more than welcome to delete this post as laden with conjecture and bullshit at your leisure.