As a disclaimer, I’ve never read a single book about dream deciphering so I have absolutely no idea what this dream I had about 2 hours ago means but it was bizarre. Honestly, one of the most realistic I’ve ever had~ not only in terms of the events being clear to understand but in terms of this could actually happen in my life…sort of.
So my husband and I were scheduled to take an out of town flight. It was never mentioned where we were jetting off to but it was a short trip and he and I were getting to the airport at different times~ he was going from work and I was coming from somewhere else. Typically, I thought I had more time than I actually did and I realized I needed to make my way to the airport while I was in my car running errands. Now, at some point about this time, I realized I hadn’t packed a suitcase and my very logical dream mind made the decision “Hey, no big deal. I’ll buy clothes when I get there.” Forget the little issue of makeup, shoes, toiletries, hairbrush or blowdryer. I must have had a LOT of money in this dream because it seemed practical to me that the hotel concierge would take care of all of that. No big deal.
Ok, so I get to the airline ticket counter. Again, not sure why I wasn’t able to just scan my credit card for my reservation, but maybe I didn’t even have one? I had this older lady waiting on me and the airport was packed. For some reason, it took forever to get a ticket and, meanwhile, my cell phone is blowing up with texts from my husband who is, quite realistically, already at the gate waiting for me. At this juncture of the dream, panic is setting in because he’s pressuring me to hurry but I’m still pretty in control. It’s Tampa International and the distance is relatively short to the gate so I’m feeling good.
My reservationist finally secures me a ticket and as I was walking away from the counter, I turned back around and asked her if my seat assignment was next to my husband. I vividly remember the entire line of people groaning as I delayed their progress but, hey, it was important to me. What if we had to spend a couple of hours in different rows? Come on, people, give me a break! Well, you can imagine the delay this question caused. Another reservationist had to finally come to my aid to simply confirm that our seats were next to one another. Okay, great…moving on to the gate. The texts from my husband are now becoming nastier so I took a second to stop in the airport and write him an assurance that he’d see me in like 2 seconds. I could have done that with voice text or while on the tram but it seemed far more practical to just stand still and correspond with him like I had 2 hours to take off.
Did I mention that airport security hates me? No? Well, this is partially the dream and totally real life. I swear my name is on some list 
because every time I go through security, my luggage (thank God I didn’t have any to rummage through in this dream) is picked apart, I’m plucked aside for the mortifying pat down and they love using that wand to track down some rogue rhinestone on a belt or hair accessory. It’s always a big inconvenience and this dream didn’t disappoint! Pulled aside, questioned about citizenship (what?? I mean, do I look like some ethnicity that is on high alert? Do I have some accent that is cause for concern? Did I accidentally utter the words “bomb” or “hijack”?), my husbands texts are now P.O.’d. Great, I think, now I’m going to have to deal with a bad attitude on this flight. What a jerk. (No, it doesn’t occur to me that I would be writing those same texts if I were sitting at the gate, waiting on him).
The texts eventually stop. Later, I realized that they stopped because he was actually ON the plane. However, in my dreamy state, I thought the texts stopped because all was well and I was nearly at the gate. Ha. Idiot.
Here is where I get lost. I’ve somehow managed to not be arrested at the security check point and even though the terminal is one long hall, I get lost. So, I actually have to find an airport employee to help me out and when I do, he says “Hey, isn’t that your name they’re announcing over the loud speaker?” Why, yes, it is. How strange. (My name actually WAS announced in an airport once prior to an overseas flight but that’s a whole different story. I digress.)
The airport guy informs me I’m about to miss my flight~ in fact, he thinks the plane is taxiing but (again, this must be because I’m really influential in this dream), he indicates to me that he can have the plane stopped and we’re not too late. Wow. Ok. He loads me into this weird vehicle (kind of looks like a Smart Car) but there are 2 black women to my left and a few other random people to my right. They don’t seem particularly affected by my intrusion into the car even though they know I’m detouring their route to go and chase down my 747. It all seems perfectly reasonable. The black women fan themselves and start praying for me when I mention that my husband is annoyed and I missed my flight and the other faceless people just laugh.
Finally, we actually pull up to the plane that has now stopped for me. The stairs are dropped down (do 747’s even have stairs?) and I enter this 
plane full of the most angry, annoyed, and unreasonable people EVER. I can’t believe how rude they are! There’s the husband~ way back in like 21B, looking angrier than everyone else and I’m just clueless as to why my litte delay is cause for this ice cold reception onto our flight to nowhere. Someone mutters waiting an hour at the gate for me to show up and now THIS! Oops. My bad.
It is then that I become brilliant and turn the whole attitude problem around. I gently take the microphone from the lovely attendant who has been just standing there with a crabby look on her face and announce to the passengers in a very sad voice, full of regret and apology.
“I’m so sorry. On my way here, I was witness to a horrific, fatal accident on the highway. It was my civic duty to stay and give the police officers my version of what I saw. Unfortunately, it took the policemen a very long time to arrive. I think they got lost.”
No idea what this means other than I’m a liar.
Be blessed,
Amy