The case of Flight 222
Some nights -- maybe most nights -- there are dreams that don't make any sense at all. Take last night.
I was in a foreign country, and based on the language and clothes, it felt like the Soviet Union. It also felt like I was in a difference decade, maybe the 1970s or 1980s. I didn't feel like a spy, but I was being treated like one. At several points I was threatened that if I moved in the slightest bit I would be shot. I believed them, and feared for my life.
At some point I was moved to an airplane, and although I didn't know what was happening, and I was still being threatened every step of the way, I later found out that I was being released.
This dream occurred very early in the evening for me, probably around 1-2am (I still don't have a clock in the bedroom), and it's many hours later as I write this, so I don't remember any other details, other than I kept writing "Flight 222" on a scrap of paper. I don't know if that was the flight I was on, or a flight I was being transferred to, but I kept writing it down.
The dream ended when the airplane was headed for a bridge, and I became slightly more aware that I was in a dream, and thought, "This is stupid." With that thought I woke up.
I don't know where dreams like this come from. There's nothing in the last 36-48 hours I can think of that would have been the inspiration for this dream; no movies or tv shows, nothing I read, etc.
As I write this I pause and wonder a little bit ... I did meet an old man yesterday while working out. I really don't think he had anything to do with this, and the only reason I think of him is because of a few past experiences: Very often when I meet someone for the first time, or stay in a new location, I have unusual experiences, such as this ghost dog experience a few weeks ago when I stayed with a friend.
If I ever see the man again I'll try to ask him if he was a spy, lol, but until then, I can only chalk this up as one of those bizarre, unexplainable dreams.