I Dreamed That I Hung Out With Elon Musk

By Lyda Ngin | January 8, 2025

In the weeks leading up to 2025, I had a series of vivid dreams—each one oddly fulfilling in ways I didn’t expect. On the mornings I could remember them, I’d wake up feeling happy, satisfied, even intimately connected to something larger than myself.

One dream stood out: I got to hang out with Elon Musk. It was brief but surprisingly impactful.

In the dream, I had an appointment to meet him, but I kept running late. He was always a step ahead, punctual, efficient. When I arrived, flustered and apologetic, he didn’t mind. Instead, we went out for a late dinner with two of his male friends. We sat at a street-side restaurant (maybe Chinese, there were dumplings and noodle soup), just about to order when I got a phone call. I stepped away to take it, rushed through the conversation, though I can't remember who it was with, probably a close female friend, and hurried back to the table.

By the time I returned, Elon had finished his food. His friends had left. I felt awful, like I’d been gone forever. I apologized again.

He didn’t seem bothered. Instead, he casually asked if I wanted to come hang out at his place.

His apartment, or maybe a loft, was at the very top of a high-rise. The space was open and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a sweeping city view lit by soft lights. It was beautiful. We sat on round outdoor furniture on his balcony, drinks in hand, talking. I don’t remember what we discussed, only that it felt easy. Relaxed. Like I could finally breathe. I didn’t want it to end.

But then I woke up. I tried to fall back asleep, hoping to slip back into that world, into that feeling.

Even now, as I type this, I feel a little thrill. I was lucky to have dreamed about him. Elon Musk, in this dream, embodied intelligence, advancement, and charisma, qualities I admire deeply. Maybe it’s no surprise, considering I’ve been reading his biography keeping it by my bedside.

I wish the dream had lasted longer, but I’m grateful it happened at all. It stirred something in me—emotions I’ve been craving. It reminded me that there’s more to life. That there's still wonder to experience, even in sleep.

We often overrate the “meaning of life,” yet somehow underestimate what it means to feel alive. Even in dreams, there’s so much we can learn, experience, and remember.