I dreamed I was staying in an immersive park, think Disney's Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge if it had lodging, and someone had decided to make the park even more immersive by letting airplanes — large planes, oddly-shaped experimental planes — fly really really low over the park. I mean dangerously, loudly low.
Probably illegally low, too, in a way Anaheim city government never ever would allow.
Meaning Dream-Me was imagining going to bed in a hotel room in this park when VRROOOOMBOOOM something huge flashed by right outside a window, and I jumped up and ran to the window to barely catch a glimpse of the tail end of a 747, lower than it'd even be on approach for a landing.
Vivid, I tells you.