The jet’s leisurely descending whine woke me up. I always sleep on the long flight. But now, as I peeled away the blindfold and spun the seat up to vertical, I recalled: the sudden wakeup. I had felt popping, wrenching tugs, being squeezed sideways and stretched upward, a whirling sensation—and then it was gone. I lurched forward, stomach churning. Grinding nausea swept over me. I opened my mouth but nothing came. Spinning weirdness ebbed. Airplane drone returned. I had muttered, spat out bitter tastes. Maybe a nightmare?