I had a dream

This night I had a dream. There was a thirty something floor high hotel building. I was staying there with a man at twentieth floor. The hotel gave opportunity to rent not a car, but plane . Airstrip was placed at the roof of the hotel. We took a plane and started our short journey.
I remember how scared I was watching other same high buildings, dark clouds. The fear of how far from ground I am. Simultaneously the sunset from that perspective was some amazing and gorgeous object. Last thing I remember from that dream is we were not able to land at the same place we previously took over. So we landed at a motorway.
What is my own analysis of that dream?
I'm getting ready for my journey, for my transformation from ugly maggot into beautiful butterfly, for setting my soul free.