Late to the airport

Date: 12/12/2018

Eric s (which is weird because I don’t really know eric) and somebody else were taking me to this flight for no reason, or at least not one I could find. We really werent prepared. I think jared was in the card too. He pulled up to the airport and I asked when our flight was and he said 25 minutes. I said there is no way in hell we are going to make that. I’m really bot clear where this dream started because it seams like it has an alternate begining where my dad is driving jared and eric are in the back. And i climb in up front. the car was littered with a bunch of homework assignments that were over due and I was a mess. I was wearing my dads slippers that were duck taped on top and a paper of really gross athletic shorts with an oversized pocket hanging out, and a plain gray shirt. On the outside the car looks like an suv hatchback kinda thing but logan law is shoved in the middle of the front and I guess i was completely out of it because I didnt even see him until we stopped and he talked to me. Then my dad informed us that we had and hour and forty minutes till my flight and that was much better. I tried to get my stuff out of the hatchback but I guess the car kept moving forward because it someone made it to the end of the little airport dropoff zone with out me noticing. I remeber Riley saying something too me from the road side. I think she was making fun of me but I don’t remeber that detail all that well. Maybe for my outfit? Probably not. Oh, also this really didnt look like an airport dropoff zone it was more of a european style cobbled street with alleys and shops lining the edges. At the end of the drop off zone was this classic cement barrier or some orange cone barrier thong to keep people from driving into the shop. We got out and I remember thIs quite vividly, this african american woman had her hair up in a bun. She was one of those airport workers with a green vest. The top of her dreadlocked bun was dyed this vibrant color of orange and she had a few dreads along the back of her head that she was trying to fit into her bun but couldn’t he face didn’t have perfect skin, she had a good ammount of acne dotting her forehead. Actually wait,th dream morfed and I was in a classroom with a bunch of people and sarah was reading one of my dreams, probably the prison sex one, and she got wode eyed and said Oh, and with out knowing exactly what she read I just responded with “yeah”. People then start looking at us.