Woke up with that old feeling of the yoke in my hands

I'm in the cockpit, but the instruments are all analog, like an old 727, and the yoke is warm from the morning sun. I'm doing a missed approach over a city I don't recognise, but the strangest part is the silence—no engine noise, just the hum of the cabin lights. I woke up wanting to check the weather before I remembered I don't have to anymore.