I had one of those traveling dreams last night. My sister and I were on a plane flying from the SF Bay Area to somewhere on the East Coast. The aircraft was unusually small, maybe with a seating capacity of 20 to 30 passengers, most of whom were older women. Even weirder was that the plane was flying at a very low altitude, almost just several feet above houses and other buildings, and at a reduced velocity.

Nonetheless, our ETA at our vague destination was only two hours.
There were only two crew members on the flight: the pilot and the flight attendant, neither of whom was really attentive. One passenger kept pointing out, "Watch out for that crane" and some other objects, and the pilot would make course corrections every time.
We did reach our destination, and I don't recall where it was, how long we stayed, etc., but on the flight back home aboard the same plane with the exact same crew and passengers, we made a layover stop at Dublin, Ireland. I was so excited thinking this was one of the places I wanted to visit someday. We all got out of the plane, except this time my elderly mom was with me. I remember seeing a lot of commercial buildings in the city, but that was it.
At some point, I also dreamt I was getting it on with
The Flash's Grant Gustin.

That was the second dream I'd had of him this past year. Not sure why. He's a handsome actor, but I'm not that fixated on him. Last year, I dreamt I was "air skating" with him over the lake at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas.
Edit: No it wasn't Grant Gustin last time. It was Cole Sprouse from
Riverdale.