I have a horrific fear of flying on planes. Most of the dreams about flying (of my own volition) have been about very low flying, almost as if I’m just barely floating above the ground. Those dreams have been kind of nifty.
The other nightmarish dream that I have that happens often in times of stress is that somehow I’ve been transported to another continent, usually England (one of my favorite places) or maybe Hawaii for a visit. I have no idea how I came to be there, but now it’s time to go home and a FLIGHT has been scheduled to take me back home to California. Sometimes I refuse to go and end up staying somewhere that is not my home and I’m miserable. Othertimes I agree to get on the plane, but then have a panic attack during the dream flight and wake up screaming and shaking. Sometimes I literally think that I am going to die in my sleep.
Some people tell me that I should go to one of those “fear of flying classes” to get over my fear (which is partially irrational, and partially based 100% upon likely realities like real terrorism, meaning that most checked baggage is not screened, and simply the idea that you can drop 10,000 feet or more out of the sky, unlike when you take a bus or a train) But unfortunately, all of them involve actually getting on a plane and flying. OH PLEASE! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? That’s like telling a rape victim that she needs to have sex with her rapist to get over her fear of rape. Well, not exactly the same thing, but I think you know what I’m saying.