Relax....it's only a dream
 

I had an odd dream early this morning that only people here could appreciate.

I was back in DC and woke up wondering what the heck I was doing there, all panicked that I had to get back to SF for work, just SURE that I'd flown back the day before but nobody
else seemed to believe me, and there I was
still in my old room at my folks place.

Everybody around me was acting like I was crazy..."Why do you need to go there?--You live HERE after all" and I kept telling them
"No!, I live in SF now, I have to get back!!", but nobody would believe me..

Everything was set against me. My family had hid my luggage, I couldn't find my tickets, but I struck out for IAD anyways.

"You're crazy!" they kept saying, "They won't
let you, you don't even have a ticket!"

But it was one of those weird things where you feel compelled as a person to act in a certain way and everything else in the universe acts against you.....

I was in a cab going down the Dulles Access
Road, with my family chasing right behind me
trying to wave the cabbie over, with a couple
Federal Police cars in tow,which was one thing that tipped me off that it was a dream 'cause the Access Road is a Federal Highway and since the National Speed Limit was repealed a few years back, the place has become quite a speedway and the Feds never
even blink as people zip by at 80+.

The cabbie pulls up in front of the United end of the IAD main terminal and it's a classic spinout scene from every Lethal Weapon/Die Hard type movie as cop cars and various civilian vehicles all slide and skid to a stop, completely blocking off the departure drop-off area. I bolt through the
doors and dig into my pocket. All my other cards in my wallet are gone except my ANZ ATM card and a Gold United 1K card(Another sign, I'm only Premier). I head for the "Ticket Purchase" desk and am immediately blocked
by half-a-dozen of the Army's finest who seem to have appeared out of nowhere. I wave
the 1K card at them and they part, honor-guard-like leaving me to dash up to the desk, slam the card down and go "I need the first flight to SFO you have!!!". As she happily takes the card, oblivious to the sturm und drang of my pursuers suddenly staring down the barrels of a squad of M16s,
she taps on the keyboard a bit and a few seconds later hands me my boarding pass and
says motioning to one of the soldiers, "Sergeant, would you see that this gentleman gets to his flight safely.."

There was a perspective switch as I saw myself sitting in the nose area of a 747,
probably 3 or 4 something where the nose
actually starts to curve.

And that was it.....
And then I woke up and I REALLY *WAS* at home in SF, right where I belong.

So, the moral of the story is, that your Elite status will get you a lot of places,
even well-meaning figmentary relatives.

..And I swear this is all true...

you call this a dream?

Hey, consider yourself lucky, Jetdillo. If it were my dream, I'd probably have realized about half way through that I was wearing nothing but my underwear!!!! ;-)

What kind of mushrooms did you eat before you went to sleep?

That was great! Thanks for giving me a hearty laugh!

A nice OMNI topic Jetdillo... I guess after all of that flying most of us would have nightmares like you had.

And I believe MOST of US have had those
Frequent Flyer dreams (or mostly nightmares)

The one I could remember was going to EWR
in a Tux (I have no idea why) and my cats in the Shepra bags and not being allowed to board because all the airlines replaced tickets with a secret code word of the day.
I had no idea what the code word was.

So I went to UA, CO, AA, DELTA, Useless airways, TWA, B-A, Virgin, Lufthansa, Air
Canada and could not get on. So my last hope
was SouthWorst (this is a dream right) and I still could nto remember the code word.

Then YAZ and EDDIE said "MEOW"

And the gate agent said "That's the magic
word of the day!"

Then I woke up with two cats meowing in my face for breakfast.

I knew I was traveling too much! CATMAN