What are airport dreams about?

So I and some old classmates were in an airport going somewhere in Europe this was are second airport we were at. Me and I few other classmates walked to a Starbucks and that’s when I saw this girl I have never seen before. After I got my drink she told me she liked my T-shirt and winked at me before I looked at the drink and saw a number on the cup I forgot what the numbers were and there was a message that said to give me a text when you land. So I got on to the plane and once I sat down and I cant really remember the girls face

That’s all. I dreamt that Australia was being bombed and they said for every 1 person there’s going to be 7 soldiers or something like that.
And there was definitely something to do with India. I’m not completely sure if they said india was helping Australia but I think that was the case.
I remember trying to go to the airport for an emergency flight to a different country. Then as soon as I stopped at the airport, it got blown up too.

All I remember is repeating “I can’t believe covid could lead to something like this”

I had this dream this passing Friday night. I don’t even live in Australia

no, not a nice vacation, most days it's just the trouble of being at the airport or the feeling of forgetting something, scrambling to collect all my stuff in time for a sudden trip to imaginary country #282, also the feeling of being lost in the building, not being able to find my room, etc. sometimes nice things are mixed in with it like being with my long distance girlfriend or swimming at the beach or whatever, but most of the time it's just tiring lol

what does this mean

I was on a flight.. It was kind of like a movie because I could see different view points: myself in the passenger cabin, the pilots in the cockpit, outside looking at the plane. We were circling the airport for some unknown reason, making a couple of touch and go landing attempts, then on final approach we were extremely close to the ocean, waves licking the belly of the plane. The pilot tried to pull up just a bit but this caused the tail of the plane to dip into a wave and get ripped off. They lost control and we crashed into the ocean. I was underwater, helping to save people: they were trapped in magazines and newspapers, I had to figure out who was real (not just adverts) and set them free.

Suddenly, I'm in an airport terminal getting my kids ready to board a flight that I'm not going on. There are some little details that seem insignificant, the way their bags are packed, somehow a box knife made it through security and we're worried about getting in trouble. I know it's not a big deal because I can just carry it out with me when I leave.

I'm sitting, talking to a young slightly over weight woman with an empty seat between us. This kids are running around, but not too crazy.

Then I see a young Jerry fucking Seinfeld walking by. I give him a polite nod of recognition but don't say anything. The young woman has no idea who he is, which he finds humorous. So he sits in between us and starts chatting us up, being very subtle that he appreciates me not blurting out who he is and being an obnoxious fan. We're teasing the young woman about not knowing who he is. She guesses he is a voice actor for a cartoon character (I don't remember which, but none of the ones he's actually done). For some reason we hit it off and we're making plans to get coffee after I get my kids boarded on the plane. At this point he's walking out of the terminal and I'm asking for his number, ready to save him as a contact in my phone, which he teases me about not being able to just remember it. (322) 222-, I try typing it in but the numbers keep getting screwed up. He's getting irritated and I'm getting embarrassed. I try a few more times, it won't work, I'm so embarrassed I literally piss myself, but he doesn't notice. I ask him to tell me the rest of the number, promise I'll remember it, he does. (322) 222-7... Shit I don't remember. I wake up. God Damn pajamas cold and wet with ejaculate.

What the hell, brain?

I woke up less than two minutes ago. Before that, I was amidst a vivid dream of being stuck at an island airport in the middle of nowhere. I don’t actually remember missing a flight, but I was in the airport looking for Delta’s phone number to re-book a flight. There was no number. The gate agents weren’t there. My dog made an occasional appearance as he waited for me in the hotel room, where I occasionally stopped by to sleep. I’d have meals with folks and it was a great time, but I just wanted to leave. Everywhere I ran, nobody would help. Nobody knew the number, the gate agents were on break, or my phone wouldn’t work. Finally, someone did key me into an off-grounds gate agent staff meeting, but when I walked outside I couldn’t summon the strength to walk down this big hill to talk to them. But, I wanted to more than anything.

Context: I’m amidst an uncoupling. We’ll be under the same roof for the next few weeks.