I was trying to fly to Denver. I was in the A Terminal of the airport, with my briefcase and suitcase. My flight was departing from the C Terminal. But each terminal building was arranged in a complicated, maze-like fashion, so I had a very difficult time finding the door to get from the A Terminal to the B Terminal.
Once I got to the B Terminal I had to start searching for the door to the C Terminal. While I was searching, I discovered that my credit union had a branch in the B Terminal. I also encountered some of my coworkers, who were describing our company’s new products to someone I hadn’t met. They showed me an article about our new chips, which included some I hadn’t heard of, including a combined SRAM and voice CODEC chip with a part number like 24T6116, which was said to be made by our San Diego division. Since the company doesn’t have a division in San Diego, I assumed that we had subcontracted the design and manufacture to another company.
My coworkers were going to a different destination, so I continued looking for the door to C Terminal.
When I finally got to C Terminal and found the gate, they were just announcing the last call for my flight. I checked my bag but realized that I’d lost my briefcase, which contained my notebook computer, among other things. I asked the agent whether I could take the later flight instead, and he checked the computer and said that I could, so I set out looking for the briefcase, which I thought I’d left in B Terminal.
Before I actually found the way back to B Terminal, someone came through C Terminal holding up a briefcase and shouting “anyone lose a briefcase?” I claimed it, but then discovered that it didn’t seem to be mine. It had more rounded corners than mine. I tried to enter my combination, but all three combination wheels when spun only revealed the numeral “1″ over and over, so the combination was only “111″ no matter how they were turned.
I went back to the gate and the agent said “Good, you found your briefcase.” I explained that it wasn’t, and tried to show him that I couldn’t even enter the combination, but this time the wheels acted normally, I entered the combination, and it opened revealing my stuff. He said I’d have to hurry to get on the flight, and pointed me toward a door.
Inside the door there was another agent and a half dozen other passengers. One of the passengers was carrying a young girl with wet hair. The agent asked if I’d let the girl use my shawl. I gave it to the girl and said that she could keep it, as I didn’t really need it anyhow.
I noticed that the only clothing I was wearing was another shawl, and resolved to keep that one.
The agent wanted to check my briefcase as baggage because the overhead bins were full. I said that I’d put it under the seat. She asked whether I wanted her to find me a seat, or look for one myself. I said that I didn’t care. She said “Follow me” and went into the plane.
I tried to follow but she walked too fast and was soon out of sight. I entered the plane. It wasn’t very full at all. The aisle didn’t run straight down the middle; there was a section with three seats on the left side of the plane and seven on the right, then a section with five and five, then seven and three. The agent was nowhere in sight. I asked one of the passengers whether this was the flight to Denver, and he said that it was not, and that they were going to Peoria.
I headed back to the front of the plane. Instead of a separate cockpit, the flight crew were seated in the first row of the cabin. The pilot said that I’d taken the right jetway but the wrong door. I hurried out of the plane and started looking for another door.
At this point I woke up.