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Pic related is closest I could find to the airport in the dream. Been having dreams about this airport for a few months now, but this is the first one where I actually intend to board a plane
At a futuristic airport with a view of space, high up. Complex machinery and stark lines everywhere. Not terribly crowded. Went to hostess, said that I'm with the business trip for (organization, LARM or LARC or ARML or something of that sort) and I'd like to know where the flight is. Present ticket. She points me to a hallway a few meters to the left. I notice a bar nearby with a few bottles of alcohol and ask them at the desk about it, say that I was under 21 at last year's trip and if it's OK if I have some. She says yes and I go to the bar and get a cup of a clear yellow liquid that smells very sweet, like flowers. It has a weak sting of alcohol and tastes like a lemonhead - lemony, but not in a sour way, and extremely sweet. I finish the glass and walk to the hallway. I shout to a man down the hallway, "Hey, Greg! Did I make it in time for the preflight briefing?" Then the dream is over.
Pic related is closest I could find to the airport in the dream. Been having dreams about this airport for a few months now, but this is the first one where I actually intend to board a plane
At a futuristic airport with a view of space, high up. Complex machinery and stark lines everywhere. Not terribly crowded. Went to hostess, said that I'm with the business trip for (organization, LARM or LARC or ARML or something of that sort) and I'd like to know where the flight is. Present ticket. She points me to a hallway a few meters to the left. I notice a bar nearby with a few bottles of alcohol and ask them at the desk about it, say that I was under 21 at last year's trip and if it's OK if I have some. She says yes and I go to the bar and get a cup of a clear yellow liquid that smells very sweet, like flowers. It has a weak sting of alcohol and tastes like a lemonhead - lemony, but not in a sour way, and extremely sweet. I finish the glass and walk to the hallway. I shout to a man down the hallway, "Hey, Greg! Did I make it in time for the preflight briefing?" Then the dream is over.
