Last night I dreamt I was in the American Airlines Admirals Club in Los Angeles (although the woman sitting at the desk was one of the gems from the Washington National club).
I watched as a passenger had the agent there run her credit card to fund a bank account. I was a little bit excited for a moment, thinking you could charge bank deposits at American Airlines lounges when I woke up.
When I was sitting at 1.7 million lifetime miles with American, I had a dream that I crossed the 2 million mark and was given 12 international upgrade certificates by mistake.
Both of those were good dreams although a bit disorienting, and disappointed when I awoke and gained back control of my senses. I’m glad I don’t have miles and points nightmares. That would probably be like when I was 16 and earned over 18,000 miles on a trip to Australia, that expired while I was in college.
Sometimes I do want to escape miles and points, at least in my dreams. I’ve never tried counting miles to go to sleep, though.