I dreamt I was in line to get on a shuttle. It was going to another planet... and I'm thinking another galaxy. I was on "the list" for this shuttle due to my work in science. I was revered a bit and they expected I would be a benefit to have along. I was taking the place of a pilot I think. He was definitely high up in the ranks in regards to privileges. As we were finding our seats, he came up to me and shook my hand. He said "Thank you so much for accepting these seats. We really wanted you to have them and we are glad someone of your quality was able to take them."
I seemed to be in a VIP section of the shuttle. Although I think the whole trip was VIP. We were one of the first to go and would be well taken care of. I was able to take a couple of friends with me, PC & TMB. I put my things down on the seats that seemed to be a deep blue velvet or plush fabric. A woman handed me a couple of boxes that contained a bracelet. Very few people would receive these. They were extremely costly and rare. I put mine on and saw that it was not only beautiful, but functional. It was a communication devise as well as readied you for different atmospheres. I lifted my arms as normal and noticed that they were very heavy now.
I left my things to walk around the cabin, which was much much larger than any airplane. It was more the width of a very small theater. I walked passed one wall and saw a bar of sorts, although it was more for cooking and small bites than beverages. TMB was stirring something. It seems she was asked to watch the hot plate for bit while the woman who was cooking walked away. There were no servers or cooks, as they would not be allowed to take up the precious space on the shuttle, so the elite were cooking for themselves. I looked to see what she was stirring. It looked like brussel sprouts and small walnut sized brains. TMB, who liked all things fishy and pungent kept popping the small brains in her mouth. I was concerned as we were very lucky guests on this shuttle and this was not our food. I reminded her... "that isn't yours T, they will notice!"
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