If you don’t care about my dream, feel free to skip this post. But since it was about the most vivid dream I’ve had for as long as I can remember, I’m going to share it with you. You’ve been warned.
I was on a daytime Air Tahiti Nui flight in business class, happy to review the new 787-9. Meals service had begun and my main course arrived, looking beautiful. Oddly, it was Carbonara with bits of ham inside and macaroni noodles. I know, the perfect dish for a Tahitian carrier…
As the FA set it down, I took out my camera and began focusing to take the perfect picture. Suddenly, all the cabin lights went out. Being a Boeing 787, the windows were instantly darkened and locked, so I could not make them light. Even my reading light did not work.
With the cabin so dark, I was unable to take a picture of my airline meal. I signaled for a FA to come over and asked (begged) to turn back the lights or let me open my window just for 30 seconds.
“NO!” was the answer.
I woke up in a cold sweat an breathed a deep sigh of relief. It had all been a dream.
Every international flight I take is more an adrenaline rush than a chance to enjoy some peace and rest. I stress about getting the perfect pictures and choose to line up a like an idiot far too early to board just for those few unobstructed pictures available to the first passenger on the plane. And when it comes to seat assignments, I maximize seating to photograph airline meals…that’s the primary reason I choose window seats.
True story. Some people dream about love. Others money. I dream about airline meals and writing my next trip report…