I’m alternately torn here between two song lines here
“No one ever wants to hear your dreams” and
“I want to see movies of my dreams”

Last night in an odd parched night of sleep I had a very odd dream. I was flying in a commercial jet, a big one, maybe 737 or something, and it was mostly full, but the back looked like a convertible, it was open on top but had sides that came up to about hip high and some folding chairs were spread about it looked more like a cruise ship than a plane. Forget about cabin pressure, noise or wind it was very pleasant out there, and no one was smoking. I sat next to some lady and we spoke about work and I think horses. Eventually the pilot announced that we were ahead of schedule and so we were going to fly lower so that we could see more wild life. All of sudden we were taxiing at speed along a road in the middle of no where, and there was a dear and a caribou (are dear and caribou really friends an hang out together?) on the side of the road but then a car was coming at us and the place took off again and landed once it passed, then the sides of the planes was more of a jungle, and I saw a tiger run by. It was super cool, then more cars came and we had to start flying again…

That’s it, I don’t remember anything else.