A journey through the weird world of dreams
There was an airplane. With a clear glass top. Inside the plane was my family—about 30 people ranging from grandparents to nieces and nephews. While I do not quite remember the exact purpose of my family being on the plane, it probably had something to do with a picnic or an outing.
Everybody was talking and eating, but we were strapped into our seats with restraints like those you’d find on a rollercoaster. Suddenly, there was an announcement by the pilot, resulting in everybody sitting still and upright.
My grandfather and a couple of other people pressed red buttons on the bottom of their seats as the airplane approached Hawa Mahal (the Palace of Wind), in my hometown of Jaipur, India. A clear, oval shaped covering formed above their seats, resulting in an egg-shaped appearance. Then the top of the aircraft opened and the egg-shaped seats went out of the plane and landed on the monument. This continued happening as the plane flew over different monuments. I stopped at Jal Mahal, which is a palace in water. Everybody was at their chosen monument for two hours, during which they walked around, clicking pictures and educating themselves on the heritage. The plane went over the areas again, picking everybody up to go back home. The top closed and everyone started talking and sharing their pictures.
Maybe this dream reflected my family’s love for travel, or my love for my city and its heritage. Another way of looking at this is to take the non-Freudian approach, which says that dreams are not necessarily a representation of anything significant, but rather, a manifestation of something in the back of one’s mind. I might have seen a movie with airplanes in it, or recalled visiting these monuments, or even just thought about an outing.
But what were airplanes and egg-shaped seats with roller coaster constraints doing in the back of my mind? Perhaps I was just hungry for some breakfast and travel. It was summer, after all.