Maybe not surreal, but our flight to Paris this past Saturday literally took under 6 hours. Tailwind was around 200 mph the whole flight, and we arrived an hour and twenty minutes early.
i had already worked out that we could check in to our AirBnB at our original estimated arrival time (like 10 AM), but driving into Paris before sunrise was weird, as was calling our host and requesting an even earlier check-in. She complied.
of course had we been flying back to NYC into 200 mph headwinds, my knuckles would’ve been really white, and my Xanax intake would’ve quadrupled.