Trying to Travel

I was packing to go to China, and since I had been there before, I knew I didn’t want to carry too much baggage. I made certain that I packed my tickets this time (as I had tried to travel without them in another dream). I drove my car to the airport and circled around many times looking for a parking space. I finally found several spaces in a small parking garage. I ran into some friends I knew and told them I thought I might miss my plane to China. They asked if I had renewed my passport. OH NO! My passport was in my desk drawer at home! I frantically pulled out my ticket to check my flight time, while simultaneously trying to start my car to race back home. The ignition switch was hanging by a wire, the windshield was now nonexistant, and the steering wheel was the size of a small plate. I could not locate the ramp to drive out of the parking garage, and had to attempt to drive up a flight of concrete stairs. I then found myself walking through very small hallways full of children in school uniforms. I located the airline ticket counter after being pointed down the right hallway by a helpful person who recognized the frantic look on my face. I was pleading my case with an airline agent who really wasn’t concerned if I travelled or not, she had other papers to sort through first. I sighed deeply and woke up.