I Had a Dream...

I had a dream last night that caused me to wake up in a flurry of frustration.

I was searching for my departure gate from wherever I was with my mom. It was snowy there and the airport was somewhat gloomy, but bustling with workers trying to get things ready to open (guess I got in real early?) We were searching in a hurry, and I know I was looking for the departure gate to Boston, which came as a surprise to me after I woke up. Anyways, we couldn't find the gate and eventually approached a woman who looked official and who promised to help us find it. From what I understand, my plane was to leave at 11:30 a.m. and by the time we had asked another for help, it was 11:27 a.m. So, this woman began to swiftly take us in what she thought was the right direction, but kept stopping along the way to chat with fellow workers or pile things into what looked like a mail cart. Both my mother and i urged her to hurry up as it was now 11:28 a.m. We then boarded an elevator with doors that seemed to only open for a split second before slamming shut again. I held the door for the woman who boarded before the doors shut on my mom and the elevator began skyrocketing upwards to an unknown destination. I began to feel like crying and pulled my phone out to text my mom and apology and to say goodbye (she was not going to Boston with me). The woman tried to make me feel better by saying things like "aw honey" and "don't cry". It didn't work and we reached another floor that served as a restaurant and had many staircases in it. I ran up the first set of stairs where there were electronic beings performing on ques, the remake of a murder scene. A decapitated (robot) head was on the top step and a man robot peaked from behind a door (so you could assume he was the murderer.) Anyways, we ran up the other staircase and found nothing. My gate was nowhere to be found and at that point I assumed it was too late. I asked the woman if there was a cart that could pick us up and take us to the correct location and she thought that was brilliant. She looked out a window (which looked suddenly like my upstairs bathroom) and said that there were two carts down on the street (which looked like my street) There was a white taxi looking van and a mail truck. In my head I immediately eliminated the mail truck and started yelling down to the taxi driver who frustratedly shooed me away and looked very upset. Suddenly a woman ran up to the taxi and switched seats with him and an altercation began. They began yelling and screaming. (I figured it was like she was taking over his job and he was none too happy about it.) She kept angrily saying that she was sorry, and then got in and drove away. I woke up. I woke up, inhaling a swift and exasperated breath that made me shake my head and put my hands over my eyes. I wanted to cry, I felt bad for my mother who got left behind, and angry that I couldn't get on my flight because of that stupid and incompetent woman. I realized it was a dream and found it extremely difficult to get out of bed. I was disappointed and disheartened. Needless to say, I bought my mom a coffee this morning still feeling guilty that I hadn't gone back for her...she just thought I was being an awesome daughter. I never realized anything strange had happened until I had woken up. I don't know exactly what it means, but I always like to try and decode my dreams, especially when they're as vivid as this one. I feel like it means that I'm chasing after some unknown thing that no one else can help me find. It's something that I'll have to figure out on my own, and how to get to it. It exemplified my need to have more patience and to always feel empathy for those around me (rep. my mom)
I'm just glad I woke up.