I think it's time for another session

I had a very weird dream last night. In it, I was about to leave on a trip to Japan. However, the airlines had recently started flying "sleep flights", which was what I was going to take. Sleep flights involved knocking out the passengers (think Fifth Element). This was good for the passengers because it made long flights seem shorter. This was good for the airlines because they could stack the beds and therefore fit more people. And, by the way, they were also flying new types of planes, which, on the inside kind of looked like buildings with lobbies and brick walls. So I was in line to get on the plane, and watched several people climb up onto their beds/tables, have an IV started (for the general anesthetic), and then get moved onto the conveyor belt which was loading the plane. When I got toward the front of the line, I asked one of the attendants if I could bring my MP3 player or if I would be asleep so fast it wouldn't be necessary. They said that I'd not only be knocked out really quickly (out by the time the plane took off), but that it would be "inconvenient" because of how the beds stacked and the MP3 player wires. I thought to myself that I was really tired and general anesthetic was probably overkill. I decided not to go.

Later in the dream, I was at the same terminal when one of the sleep flights docked. First to be disembarked via a bed down the conveyor belt was a small baby of an estranged lesbian mother (I have no idea where that came from) who was visiting the other half of its family. The family receiving the baby, who was just waking up from the anesthetic, was told that the infant would likely be cranky for a few hours, an after-effect of the drugs.

Strange dream, huh.

What's disappointing to me is why I chickened out of the trip; I'm sure it was because of the needle used to start the IV. :(

I think it's time for another session...