Dream Chronicle VI

My mom, dad, and I were driving through an airport.  It was sunny outside, and pretty warm weather.  It was different than a regular airport, because we drove up to someone and handed them our tickets, who then granted us admission to the airport, and placed a small sticker stub on the windshield.

We drove further on, discussing our upcoming vacation.  Everything seemed set.  Out main discussion was what to do with the van.  My mom said that they had long-term, 30-day parking here.

We passed another man, who, oddly enough, was Shawn, one of my co-workers, and he checked our ticket stub and directed us to drive down to terminal A.  He assured us everything was on time and sent us on our way.