Strangely, I had another odd panicky dream last night. On a subconscious level, I still have a fear of missing major travel arrangements. In this one, I nearly missed a shuttle to the airport because the cafe my sister Nicole and I stopped at fucked up my order (two hot dogs with just ketchup and pickles turned into one plain,) then noticed the blinds were wide open on the house and the deadbolt wasn't set, which I had to run back and fix... Nicole, of course, nearly left without me, as she's very meticulous and plans for things and is ready to go.
In reality, I just don't get that strung out over air travel... if I miss a flight, they usually have no problem putting me on the next plane. (Of course, I'm almost always flying either to a nearby major city, or a major hub, so there's always lots of other flights.) The only time that wouldn't happen is on a peak travel day near a holiday. (If I'd missed my flight back here the day after Christmas, I might well have been fux0r3d.) Who knows, maybe getting all panicky in a dream is my mind's way of keeping me honest?