ButterflyWoman
4th December 2009, 05:00 AM
I dream of airports with some regularity. I'm fairly certain they symbolise change, moving forward, "taking off", that sort of thing. It may have other meanings that I'm not aware of.
The dream I had today (while having a nap) was an airport dream and it was very frustrating.
I had tickets to go somewhere. I'm not sure where I was going, but it was a round trip ticket, I'm pretty sure, so it was probably a vacation, a holiday. Someone else had arranged the tickets for me, I think. Perhaps they were a gift of some sort.
I got in my car with some other people, friends, dream persons that I knew in the dream but not in waking life. They seemed to be young women, and they were chattering and giggly the way young women can be in a group.
We got to the airport and I pulled into a lane that I knew would take me to a particular car park (parking lot), but I realised I hadn't pre-purchased a ticket to park there. I wondered if I could buy one on the way in, as there were booths and attendants and such. However, as I was pulling forward I realised to my tremendous irritation and annoyance that I'd forgotten my passport, and I wasn't going to be able to get on the plane at all. I drove through to a lane that led onto a highway and I said something like, "Well, I'll just have to go home and get it, and I'll reschedule my flight." I wasn't happy about this, but there was no way I was going to be able to go where I was going if I didn't have my passport.
On my way home, I stopped at a sort of tavern restaurant. By this time, the gaggle of young women weren't there with me, but when I went inside, I met up with a friend I haven't seen since I was a teenager (for reference, this girl was extremely pretty, very kind to me, lots of fun to be with, and someone I loved and admired very much). I shared a meal with her, and then ended up drinking quite a lot of something the place specialised in (cider, maybe? or maybe mulled wine?). I went to the restroom and realised I was quite tipsy and thought how I shouldn't have had so much to drink, because I was going to have to drive.
Then things shifted again as dreams do, and my husband was there, and he was driving. I went home, did a few things, and the next thing I knew I was back at the airport, and I realised I had forgotten my passport AGAIN. I was furious with myself, and I woke up feel extremely frustrated with the entire situation.
Now, I'm sure some of these things will be obvious to others, but I'm having some trouble working it out. I can get that I'm delaying my own departure (to somewhere I want to go) by my inattention to detail or something along those lines. I don't get what the young women have to do with anything (all my female friends are middle aged, though I do have adult daughters about the age of the young women in the dream), nor why I would stop on my way home and get drunk with an old friend. The particular friend it was is probably significant, because that girl is really someone I admired and loved very much (I'm not kidding when I say she was pretty; she was actually a beauty pageant queen for a while in her teens, and did some modelling until it was clear she was never going to be tall enough). The feeling of frustration when I realised I'd forgotten my passport the second time is still with me, it was that strong... And that's what makes me think the dream bears deeper examination, because it's still with me pretty strongly.
So, hey, thoughts, interpretations, whatever. Throw 'em my way and maybe it'll help me get a handle on it. ;)
The dream I had today (while having a nap) was an airport dream and it was very frustrating.
I had tickets to go somewhere. I'm not sure where I was going, but it was a round trip ticket, I'm pretty sure, so it was probably a vacation, a holiday. Someone else had arranged the tickets for me, I think. Perhaps they were a gift of some sort.
I got in my car with some other people, friends, dream persons that I knew in the dream but not in waking life. They seemed to be young women, and they were chattering and giggly the way young women can be in a group.
We got to the airport and I pulled into a lane that I knew would take me to a particular car park (parking lot), but I realised I hadn't pre-purchased a ticket to park there. I wondered if I could buy one on the way in, as there were booths and attendants and such. However, as I was pulling forward I realised to my tremendous irritation and annoyance that I'd forgotten my passport, and I wasn't going to be able to get on the plane at all. I drove through to a lane that led onto a highway and I said something like, "Well, I'll just have to go home and get it, and I'll reschedule my flight." I wasn't happy about this, but there was no way I was going to be able to go where I was going if I didn't have my passport.
On my way home, I stopped at a sort of tavern restaurant. By this time, the gaggle of young women weren't there with me, but when I went inside, I met up with a friend I haven't seen since I was a teenager (for reference, this girl was extremely pretty, very kind to me, lots of fun to be with, and someone I loved and admired very much). I shared a meal with her, and then ended up drinking quite a lot of something the place specialised in (cider, maybe? or maybe mulled wine?). I went to the restroom and realised I was quite tipsy and thought how I shouldn't have had so much to drink, because I was going to have to drive.
Then things shifted again as dreams do, and my husband was there, and he was driving. I went home, did a few things, and the next thing I knew I was back at the airport, and I realised I had forgotten my passport AGAIN. I was furious with myself, and I woke up feel extremely frustrated with the entire situation.
Now, I'm sure some of these things will be obvious to others, but I'm having some trouble working it out. I can get that I'm delaying my own departure (to somewhere I want to go) by my inattention to detail or something along those lines. I don't get what the young women have to do with anything (all my female friends are middle aged, though I do have adult daughters about the age of the young women in the dream), nor why I would stop on my way home and get drunk with an old friend. The particular friend it was is probably significant, because that girl is really someone I admired and loved very much (I'm not kidding when I say she was pretty; she was actually a beauty pageant queen for a while in her teens, and did some modelling until it was clear she was never going to be tall enough). The feeling of frustration when I realised I'd forgotten my passport the second time is still with me, it was that strong... And that's what makes me think the dream bears deeper examination, because it's still with me pretty strongly.
So, hey, thoughts, interpretations, whatever. Throw 'em my way and maybe it'll help me get a handle on it. ;)