I was waiting in line at the gate in a small, foreign regional airport. One of a group of young but traditionally dressed Asian Muslim guys came over to me and whispered in my ear: "Don't get on the plane." He went back to his friends, who were sniggering and glancing in my direction. The dream faded out as I stood in the line, absolutely certain that they were just messing around but with a small, maddening, paranoid doubt: what if he's telling the truth?
Notes for Freudian Analysis
The week before I had this dream, Raj Jandoo, an advocate who I seemed to always end up talking to in the pub in the first year of the Parliament, appeared in court on charges relating to a flight to Stornoway on which he "conducted himself in a disorderly manner." This appeared to involve him speaking loudly about a bomb, "repeatedly pressing buttons on his watch while looking around" and standing in the aisle to search the overhead lockers. Everyone who has ever got on a plane, especially in the past few years, must have considered the comic possibilities that are presented by people's ever-growing terrorist paranoia but, obviously, it takes a wag of Raj Jandoo's powers to translate whimsy into action.
As the case is currently sub judice, I can't comment further.