Flying without Wings
Wah, I just woked up from having this really strange dream. For some reason I was taking a flight and the reason is rapidly diminishing from my memory. But I do remember that it was a CX flight on a 747. What was strange was, that although I was eager to get on board the flight, the FA’s weren’t ready yet to welcome us and when they did see us, they didn’t even bother to get up. In fact, it was perhaps the quietest boarding I’ve experienced.
I was sitting in economy class but it was stangely in the forward business class area. For some reason, the FA’s in my section weren’t getting up at all and nor were any of them coming down from the back. I was waiting expectantly for that to happen, but the more I looked for them, the more they got fewer number. The ones that I did see, I recognized from other flight that I have taken. One was I believe an Indian or Sri Lankan Senior Purser. Another one was a doll of girl on my last flight that I didn’t chase after. Then for some reason, there was a FA that looked like a girl I studied with at college called Pilar. No idea why she ended up in their. She was a Portugese girl who had very fine and delicate features. She could look like a flight attendant, I reckon. There was no Napa or Louisa on board either, which was good.
Another strange things was that I was booked into a window seat which isn’t what I normally get. I explained to this German (or was it an American lady?) who was sitting next to me, whether I could swap. She agreed but not after chatting to me for some bit. Turns out she was stopped over in Amsterdam for a couple hours in the middle of the night for a connecting flight. I wasn’t really interested in what she was saying to me anyways.
I think we were flying because people started to walk around again. Again, no flight attendants to be seen anywhere. It was like that time when you take off and no-one is walking around? That was it. There was some coke-head of a teen dressed in some funny mini-skirt set up which was like a fetish salute to a pilot’s uniform walking around. I thought she worked for the airline but then I realized she had probably woken up this morning and was excited about flying, that she changed into her “special flying outfit”. How sad was that?
Then for some reason, some one in front of me, well, not really in front, but to the left of me (it was to the left of me, but felt like it was in front of me…hey, this was a dream), started to sing “Flying Without Wings”. Everyone around him was starting to pay attention to what he was doing. I believe it wasn’t a positive feeling they had to him, and they were expecting him to stop singing.
He sort of toned down his singing but I regretted that he was forced to stop…so I tried to find it on my MP3 player. I sort of know that I don’t have that particular song on my player since I don’t really listen to Westlife.
I think this started my ascent back to the waking, rational world. I stopped listening to MP3 player because I realized I had not charged it, which triggered me to think about when I had last charged it. I think this very rational question cued my brain to stop it’s chaotic sequences and to deal with a real world query.
It made one last attempt to drag me back to the surreal fantasy it had conjured up, and almost in answer to the very rationale thought, it tricked me to believe that I had given up listening to the MP3 player and to start writing a letter to someone. This was the second letter that I was writing to this particular person.
Of course, it made the mistake of making me believe I had already written a first part to the letter and that I was just joining an additional second part to it. Somewhere I knew this was wrong because as soon as I had written the words “You’ll never believe what just happened…” I started to query the first part I had written and realized that it did not exist in the real world. At this point, I surfaced back into sanity.
I don’t know why I had such a dream. Even though I am letting go of the past slowly, by diminishing the regret of losing Napa and Louisa, the pain and fear I feel of flying with CX at times when it was really bad came back to me in the dream. Maybe it’s cause its the first time I’ve had this week to go into a deep sleep which was aided by last night’s strenous massage. Flight attendants were probably playing in my head since the team that handles CX in my company were looking at some casting tapes. Maybe it was because I might be leaving soon.
