Business Trip

I have to drive to ?Oklahoma? for a business trip. I’m a little nervous and afraid of getting lost, being on my own. I decide i’ll split the trip into two parts and that makes me feel a little less nervous. I have a map and i have a piece of paper with the numbers of the roads i’ll need to take to get there. I set off on a nice sunny day. It feels good to be on the road alone, knowing i can go as fast or slow as i want and stop whenever i want. It’s getting dark now, dusk and i decide i’ve driven far enough for the day and should find an exit and get a motel for the night. I see the highway sign ahead showing motels and restaurants next exit. The sign says Mebane. I’m not sure how much further i’ll need to go to reach my business meeting but I take the exit. At the bottom of the exit i can go either left or right. I notice Hampton Inn is to the left so i go that way. Something’s not right. The road is white sand and only one lane. The buildings of the town are right up on the street so people walking on the road have to squeeze up against the buildings as i drive by. It’s gritty and hazy looking and i get the feeling the place is almost abandoned. I think i should turn around and get back on the highway but don’t know how to get turned around again. I keep driving along this horrible little road hoping it’ll widen out. In my mind i can see that even if i’d taken a right turn back at the stop sign i’d still be in the same predicament. Now all i’m hoping is i’ll be able to find my way back to the interstate somehow. I come upon a building that could either be a courthouse or an inn. I can park around the back and i do. I get out and enter the building. It’s old with thick oak hardwood floors and intricate crown molding around the ceilings. The dream changes and now i’m with a man. He’s looks older but i know he’s really not any older than i am. He approaches the secretary and tells her he wants to speak with ??.  She points up to a monitor and show ?? being interviewed in the roof. He’s a politician of some kind and the man i’m with is adamant about talking with this man. He starts up a stairwell and i follow. The stairs and banister are the same dark, old hard wood as the floor. We reach the top floor just as the politician is coming back inside from his interview on the roof. The man i’m with approaches the politician and begins telling a story. I think it has something to do with Vietnam. I can’t really follow the story and i can tell that the politician isn’t following either. The man i’m with finishes telling the tale and has a satisfied look on his face as if he’s just conveyed something very clever. The politician is polite and nods his head but doesn’t know how to respond or if he’s even SUPPOSED to respond. I feel lost and worried and don’t know if i’ll be able to find my way back to the main road again.  Awaken feeling tense. Happy Monday!