Control Issues

I must have a problem with giving up control. I can't think of another logical reason for the dreams I've been having since we decided we need to make a trip back to Nebraska next month.
You see, I've been delegated to make travel, car, and lodging arrangements for 5 of us travelling from two different locations so that we all arrive and depart Omaha, our destination city, reasonably close to each other. It ain't workin' out that way. So, I'm trying to find flights that arrive/depart TWO destination cities (Lincoln and Omaha) that are within an hour's drive of each other.
Anyway... let me describe my dreams:
Dream #1 - It is the last night of a business retreat at an island resort in Oklahoma. Our group is staying at a large, circular-shaped hotel. The final evening's banquet however is being held at another location. After the banquet, it is dark, and I am walking back to my hotel. I meet some classmates walking the opposite direction. I ask where they are going? They say that they are going to catch the last ferry of the night back to Oklahoma City because they want to be sure to be back in time to catch their early morning flights back home.
Suddenly, I can't remember when my flight leaves Oklahoma City! I panic. Maybe I should catch that ferry too but I don't have a place to stay in Oklahoma City when we get there and I'm not even packed!
I ask if anyone knows of a good place to stay near the airport. No one does. Then I see several teams of bellboys, nattily dressed in bright uniforms, helping people carry their luggage from the hotel to the ferry. I ask another person if they know of any place near the airport where I can get a room. This person says, "Yes, go talk to that bellboy over there. He can help you."
I walk up to the bellboy, who has his back to me, and say, Do you work at a good hotel that is close to the airport? When he turns around, I see that he is a gangsta and the rest of his bellboy team are all gangstas dressed in baggy pants, dirty t-shirts, tattoos, etc. I get a knot in my stomach. He says, "Yeah, it's okay. But don't stay on the third floor man. Third floor make you sick, man."
I decide I need to get to my room ASAP and check on my flight. Maybe I don't need to get back to Oklahoma City tonight after all. My room number is 127. I try to run down the hall, but it is becoming increasingly crowded with people, bellboys and baggage carts... all leaving for the ferry. I see lines of people at phone booths apparently trying to make reservations. I hear one guy say, "Coupons? No, I don't have any coupons."
I turn down another hall which I believe leads to my room but see that the first room number is 148 and the numbers go progressively higher. Uh oh. I don't know where my room is!
I run down the hall anyway but end up in the gift shop/restaurant area which is divided into many different levels connected by short staircases. I am in a real panic now, so I try leaping over railings, tables and counters but every time I leap in the air, I FLOAT! I hang suspended in the air while people are walking by beneath me! Eventually, after much effort and frustration, I discover another hallway. I head for it. The first room number I see is 202! What?!! Somehow I'm on the second floor!
I reverse course and race through the hotel which by this time is nearly empty. Everyone has left for the ferry - EXCEPT ME!
After a few more floats above the furniture and runs down empty hallways, I am confident that I found my way back to the first floor. I see a long curving hallway that looks familiar. I head for it. The first room number I see is number 5 followed by 7, 9, 11...
I wake up.
Dream #2 - In the course of remembering dream #1, I forgot dream #2. I know that the theme was similar, so maybe it's just as well that I forgot the details. If it comes back to me however, I'll share it with you.
"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change..."
"Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should..."
"Use the Force, Luke..."
"Twas the schooner Hesperus..."
"Quoth the raven..."


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