Airplanes

I didn't have a dream two nights ago, hence no post.
But last night's dream, although extensive, now that I am awake I can't remember it that well.

Of what I can remember, it started with Stewie and Eliza (from Family Guy) trying to get on a plane at an airport. I think Stewie wanted to try some other plan to take over the world, and Eliza thought it'd be fun, so she followed. They got on and got first class seats. They were watching tv, waiting for the plane to take off, but when they looked out the window, they realized it was already in the process of doing so, but by a new system. The people on the plane were told they were the first run of a new take off system that was supposed to be less stressful yet faster, by going up these mini take off runs that floated in the sky, or something.
Then the plane was off, but it was being piloted by a very advanced auto-pilot, and the actual pilot was hanging out in first class, talking to me (I was there now). He was telling me about how the new system worked. I looked out the window, and sure enough, we were on a mini runway floating in the sky. I don't know how, but they did it.
When we took off from that runway, we circled the ocean for a while, waiting for the next runway to be free. There were all these colorful dragon and other Asian style statues floating in the water on cargo ships. It was very pretty, and we passed them quickly, but the plane kept circling back so we got a few times to look at them.
I ended up talking to the pilot about cameras, and how I wish I had mine to take pictures of all the pretty statues.
I was explaining how I was going to put certain settings on so that I could take a bunch of non-blurry pictures, since we were going by them pretty fast.
Then he said he wanted to show me and the rest of the passengers something, but that we had to keep up. And he ran off. I started chasing him and told everyone else to follow, but they were too far behind.
We were going through doors, down stairs, up stairs, climbing ladders, and through some huge concrete and metal area that apparently existed on the plane, somewhere in it's underbelly.

Then I lost him. He went down some stairs and then swung on a pipe around a corner and through another door into a hallway with a bunch of classrooms, and I didn't see where he went. Some of the doors were locked, but of the ones I could get in, I couldn't find him.
That's when everyone else caught up, and we spread out and searched, but he was still no where to be found.


Then I woke up.
Still feeling very tired, and kind of bummed that I woke up at 11 am when I wanted to get up sooner.