Dream Of Flying To A Theme Park

I'm flying. Midair. I land by a seaside theme park. It looks like a fusion of Hong Kong's Disney World and Tokyo Disney Sea. as well as the Minato Mirai district in Yokohama. Why do I say this? It’s because I've been there, and I know what two out of three of these places look like. And even the last one(the Hong Kong one)? I have seen the photos so I know what it looks like. Once I land, I spend two days there. I don't see myself looking for a place to stay, nor do I even see myself spending time during the night for some reason. It's like the scene cuts from the first day evening to the second day morning, basically. In those duration of time, I am accompanied by what looks like a semblance of my paternal auntie's family, the one that lives in Italy. The “aunty” looks also like my mother. The “uncle” looks like my father. The “uncle” shares their mannerisms with someone I don't know, but looks like my father, or someone else that I know, who is a relative. Perhaps this person is an amalgamation of all the masculine figures that I am related to, that I just mentioned about. In those two days I spend my time differently with those two people. With my auntie-mother hybrid person, I walk around the ferris wheel and visit this place that is right next to or built into this theme park that looks like a Hindu temple dedicated to Shiva that I searched for a picture of just a few days ago. It is called Jyotirlinga Rameshwar temple. With this father-someone else hybrid person, I walk around with the kids(my cousins) and walk past— perhaps even watch—a show, a street show within the theme park, one of the different events that is held in many parts of the theme park. This one is held right around where there is an attraction place made in the image of a ship, a vintage ship where you can interact with a character called Crush the Turtle. I do not go in there, none of us go in there, but we walk past it and I recognized what it is. With the auntie-mother hybrid, the interactions are more poignant; as it is a religious place by the sea where visitors bathe in the seawater and get their blessings from the energy of the site itself as well as the deity that is worshipped there. With the father-uncle-someone else hybrid, it is still silent, but less philosophical. Perhaps it is just that simply we didn't talk much, and that gave me the impression that maybe there is more to this person than it seemed. By the end of the second day morning, we leave.