This retrograde is bending reality a little. Lots of strange and unusual perceptions.
There was a guy who suddenly started yelling from the back of the plane. It sounded like a Native American yipping. I catapulted out of sleep and found the guy next to me staring at me wide-eyed. For a split second, I was terrified it had been me yelling in my sleep. He said, “What was that?” And I felt relieved, saying, “I’m glad you heard it, too.” The guy in the aisle seat next to me had been woken up as well and said, “That’s the last thing you want to hear on a plane.”
But what was it? We’d turned around and looked towards the back, but nothing looked unusual; even the flight attendants were hidden away somewhere. Just this sound that seemed out of place, that came out of nowhere.