Scott, somebody else, and i are in a rental car rushing to get to the airport. We’re in the middle of nowhere it seems. Driving on a two-lane road we finally come to one of those guard shack things with the cross-arm. Sort of like a toll booth. THIS is the airport. We see a couple of stragglers on the other side of the guard hurrying to get on the plane that’s parked in the parking lot. Scott and ?? pull over and get out of the car. We’re in Boise. I don’t know where they’re going but they ask me to take the car back to the rental place. I’m nervous about being left alone in a strange place. I ask ?? if he thinks it would be okay if i just drive the rental car home (to NC) but they’ve already run off to get on the airplane. I’m torn. I’d like to go back to the house we were staying in to retrieve my luggage but i have no idea how to get back to it. Also, i’m not sure if i should take the car back to the rental agency and rent a different car to drive home in or just start driving home with the one i have. I know i’ll never make it home in time to get to work on Monday and wonder if i should call and tell somebody i'm in Boise. I just don’t know what to do and i'm a little bit mad that Scott left me alone.
Another bit of another dream i remember, i’m at my high school. I’m trying to find my car in the parking lot. There’s so much traffic coming in and out i’m afraid i’m going to get hit by a car. Everything’s all jumbled up. Like the cars aren’t parked in any order, just every which way. I think that even if i find my car i may not be able to get out if i’m blocked in.
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