Unfortunately, I have some parts mixed up...
:: Beginning of Dream ::
:: First Part of Dream ::
My family has to go to the airport in downtown Dallas for a trip. What's interesting is that there is no large airport in downtown Dallas (that I know of...). Anyways, in many of my recent short dreams, there is an exit ramp off the freeway. It passes a building on the left as the ramp is decending onto the street below. As you near the corner of the building, you see an avenue, a parking lot beyond at 12 o'clock, and beyond that a distinctive building at 11 o'clock. This building is the recurring theme in my recent dreams. It is about 5 stories tall (but I look at it about straight on because of the height of the free-way) with a large, gaudy, and bulky decoration on the roof. It has the look of a Greek column coronation, only "inflated". It is painted a bright gold-bronze color. For some reason, it is always upon seeing this building that we get lost in Dallas.
We are lost in downtown Dallas, so we park the car and get out a map to find the airport. As my father reads the map, I look at the passing airplanes. All the surrounding people are looking at them in awe because of their low flight path, strange size (I say "strange" because I am not sure if they were huge or tiny), and strangely low flight speed. There are two are three that stick out in my mind. The first is a rickety white jet airliner. It is slow enough and close enough to see the rivets on the airplane fuselage. The plane has a very rough, angular design, much unlike the airliners of today. The next airplane I remember is like a black, sleek version of the Concorde. Another interesting plane has an incredible design. It is black and shaped almost like a dinosaur backbone. It is made out of at most 10 huge, spiked vertabrae. It snakes through the sky almost like a dragon. It lands by our car with vertical landing technology. When it lands, I see that the airplane is actually quite small, like a large model, almost. I am not sure if the "Concorde" and "Dragon" are different airplanes or one and the same.
:: Second part of Dream ::
This airport works in strange ways. Apparently, people mail their luggage ahead of them, and they then sign in and pick it up near the airport. I have been told to go get the luggage with my younger sister accomanying me. I find myself in a peninsula jutting out into a large lake or the ocean (there is no such thing in downtown Dallas...). I know that the luggage is to be picked up "on the beach". Anyways, I start walking down the peninsula with my sister behind me. We find a nice two-story white colonial type house and "sign in" there. We then go look for the luggage.
While walking on the left side of the peninisula, I see a little baby on the sidewalk. She is a black girl with her hair done up in braids. She has a diaper (sp?) and t-shirt, perhaps pink or white. She is toddling along (a strange, squating walk) in my opposite direction on the left side (closer to the beach). I worry about the girl safety, but keep walking. Presently, I come upon a modern playground on my forward-right. I notice red and yellow "monkey bars" in the setup. I ask the day- care ladies where I can pick up my luggage, and they say on the beach. The ladies remind me of the after/before-school care workers at my younger sister's elementary school. I notice one of the ladies (who most reminds me of the aforementioned workers) is extremely stressed out. She is all in a red, peeling rash. The other ladies are trying to cheer her up and joke with her, which seems to be working. Beyond, closer to the white house, I notice even more babies running around without supervision on the small hill the house rests on. I worry about them again. It is here that I say something to my younger sister, but I forget what I said.
I continue walking down the beach in search of luggage, but I find myself very close to the end of the peninsula. I ask the ladies again (I think...) about the luggage, and they tell me that it is at the white house. "I have to walk back there again?!" I think in my mind (or did I say it...? )...
:: End of Dream ::
As usual in my dreams, I become lazy and open my eyes, finding myself awake.
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