Freaking out

Last night I went on a plane to cross the Atlantic. (In real life I'm claustrofobic.) I started being nervous at the airport. Started breathing fast when we came closer. Started hyperventilating and actually freaked out when I had to go into a tunnel toward the plane. Started screaming and fighting and there was no way I was calming down. I ended up on the plane anyway. Small plane I remember. Then we got off, because I couldn't stay. I went home with one of the stewardesses. She told me the plane was late. It was going to stand there for a couple of hours.

Also dreamed about my second serious boyfriend of three years. He was nagging me, being a drag. Did not like seeing him.