What are pilot dreams about?

I don't know if this dream actually means anything or if my subconscious was just shitposting, but I found it funny so I'm gonna see if I can get some insight on here.

I was going to get on an airplane to go to my Mom’s, but my flight was canceled. I sat in the airport until I saw that I could still board the plane. Instead of boarding the plane like an average person, I paid a special fee for “assisted boarding” because I was pregnant and a man came over, grabbed my leg, and dragged me onto the plane. He threw me in my seat. I sat next to Lizzo. I remember talking to her but I’m not sure what we were talking about.

Someone saw me get launched into my seat and whispered “rich person behavior.” I was offended by this because I am not rich. I was about to respond but Lizzo told me not to engage with them and to ignore the haters.

Dallon Weekes, John F. Kennedy, and my mom were on the airplane along with an unknown little girl and her parents. It also wasn’t really shaped like a normal airplane. The room wasn’t long like on an airplane, it was a square. Instead of seats being on either side of the plane, they were lined up in the middle like in an auditorium.

The plane took off but landed after only a few minutes. I was confused by this and the pilot explained that the flight is still canceled, he just wanted to drive his daughter home in the airplane.

He changed his mind shortly after and decides to fly us to our destination which I believe was the Sacramento Airport in California.

During our flight, the plane abruptly crashed into the acacia biome in Minecraft. We allegedly had no cell service but since nobody bothered to try and call 911, we didn’t know for sure. I doxxed myself on TikTok by leaking my phone number and told all of my followers to call 911 for us. I have no idea how leaking my phone number was supposed to help and it didn’t.

JFK was trying to figure out how to call for help and I started rocking the airplane back and forth until it rolled down a massive hill. My mom told me to stop it because if we rolled too far, we would fall into a lake and drown. I tried calling 911 on my phone but the numbers were all messed up. The number pad looked normal but whenever I typed a number, a different number would appear.

Eventually, we were able to call for help and the dream ended. I don’t know if we ever actually got rescued.

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**Extra Context:**

I am a 15-year-old boy. I am trans, however, and have an intense fear of pregnancy.

My dad lives in California, but not my Mom. He does not live in Sacramento.

I do not listen to Lizzo.

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 pilots 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?

so in this dream, i booked a trip to iceland, for some reason. everything went smoothly until i got onto the plane. as soon as i walked in, my shoes and socks suddenly vanished off my feet. so i asked the pilot “have you seen my shoes?” and she just says “what? i dont know.” and the dream ends. what does this mean?

As you can imagine, it was scary.

One major theme was with the gas pilot on the stovetop; I had a pot of Ramen on it, but it wouldn’t turn off. I wound up leaving the pot on the burner for hours, but it didn’t burn anything or catch on fire.

In real life, while living in that house, I almost burned down the house when I was about 3y/o because I lit a paper towel tube on fire by sticking it on the gas flame and then throwing the tube into the trash. My mother put the fire out with a pot and some water.

Another theme and the theme that scared me the most was the basement. After I finally got to turn the stove off, I was walking towards the living room from the kitchen and the basement door was open and the light was on. I tried to close the door quickly, but it was as if the door was too big and it wouldn’t close. After getting the door to close, I went to lock it, but some very strong unexplained force started to beat the door down from the other side. I struggled in terror trying to keep the door closed and lock it. The experience was terrifying!

I woke up calmly after getting that door locked in the dream. After waking up, in this house, I started to feel uneasy, but I’m okay.

Been having a lot of negative thoughts and it reflected in a bizarre way in a dream.

I was in a foreign country with a metal gear solid vibe plot going on. It was dark, storming, roads were mucky and filled with rocks and mud. Went to this sketchy market near a village that looked like a trap house type of area combined with a bad suburban neighborhood. I was looking for drugs and ran into this woman who took interest in me, although we barely understood each other. I told her about my problems and why I’ve become suicidal, and for some reason she became infatuated with me at a very intense level and wanted me to abandon everything to stay with her.

This freaked me out for some reason and I went to leave, but she followed and the residents around me were getting pissed cause she was either friends with everyone there or they admired her. So I ran for it and got into this old rusty car before flooring it, going through rough terrain of muck and rock. She kept pace somehow and managed to sneak into the trunk, which the dream itself informed me as it would pause and restart the chase each time I got to the destination point, telling me “she’s in the back”. Eventually got away from her and went into a helicopter.

Things got worse as the pilot was in cahoots with someone from the village that had no intentions in letting us leave. I shot the villager and held the gun to the pilot head telling him i’ll risk flying this thing myself if that’s what it takes to get out of here. He pointed at my eye and then I see someone in third person view stand in front of the ppilotbefore I then shot the ppilot He then tells me before dying “it’s in your eye now” and I see this bright sky blue octopus with purple rings and bright green eyes emerging out of the eye of the guy who stood in front of the ppilotbefore it broke through his skull like it was hatching. I grabbed the octopus and threw it out of the helicopter as the other guy died and I woke up.

Any ideas here?