I was coming home from somewhere in northern Europe. I had found a new way to way to take planes that was much nicer than the usual nightmare of commercial air travel. We'd ride in the top part of the plane, above the main passenger compartment. The ceiling was low but it made up for it by being more comfortable in everty other way. It was much less crowded. I wondered if the passengers below us could hear us stomping around. These flights only went directly between small airports, so you didn't have to transfer at big busy international airports, which was great because I hated passing through big airports. But I did have to pass through an airport at some point. I remember waiting around for my luggage, but unlike most of my airport dreams, it was relatively peaceful, quiet, and not crowded, due, I suppose, to me using this off-hours, low-traffic-airports service. I went and explored the terminal a bit, and was impressed by the availability of nice places to sit. There was a doorway that went down into a dark restaurant/bar place which I thought was nice but that I did not go visit due to lack of time and/or money.

Similar to this dream from a few days ago, I had the sense that I was getting a much nicer experience, not because I had been upgraded to first class (with all the expense that entails), but because I had stumbled across an obscure alternate way to use the system that happened to be much more comfortable for me.