This was sort of a nightmare, but not exactly.
For whatever reason, there was no one aboard a commercial flight who could pilot a plane I was on.
I lied and said I knew how to fly. Technically, I've had instruction, but never on actually landing - and never on something bigger than a private jet versus a large airliner.
Well, I didn't want to trust anyone else who also didn't know what they were doing.
So there I was in the cockpit, pulling on levers and seeing what they'd do, so I could get a grasp on how to control the plane.
I actually got it, got the landing gear down, and landed the plane!
However, I didn't really know how to brake, so once on the ground, I was driving the big plane everywhere, trying to figure out how to turn the engines off.
I drove into a hanger and crunched the nose of the plane against a wall, backed the tail into another wall, and ground crew and brave volunteer pilots were running, scrambling to possibly climb up my plane's wheel wells and get on board her to help me power down.
I woke up from my dream while I was still driving the jet into the walls, other parked planes, etc. After such a successful, damage-free, smoothe landing, too....