I dreamt about a series of plane trips. I was in the military or something, out east near some coast. Somehwere with palm trees and sand, it seemed. And it was was time for me to head home. so the boarding process was very streamlined, and beds inside the plane instead of seats since they knew everyone was tired. But then the pilot messed up the takeoff by getting going fast too early and crashing into something, and later after we had finally gotten into the air something was going wrong with the plane and we were in freefall. In order go get the engine working again we needed a particular key, and in order to get it I had to climb across a mast of some sort to another section (it was shaped like a modular space station rather than like an airplane at this point), and when I found the person who had the key and asked them for it they responded in a way that was not appropriate given the urgency of the situation. They were like "blah whatever" and wanted to keep playing with barbies with their friend or something.