Dream of family

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I dreamed that Holly and I were in some very large store in London looking for presents for people, I think for Christmas.

We were wandering through different halls of gifts, many of which were things we had never seen before. We bought enough to be difficult to carry in big bags.

I looked up at the clock and saw it was almost noon.
“Our flight home is in 4 hours,” I said. “We better start heading to the airport to get there in time.”

We went out to the central hallway between the different shopping halls and looked for the others.
I found my mother and brother quickly and told them to get ready to go.
My cousin rolled up in her wheel chair about the same time.

I looked at all the stuff we bought, my mother, brother, wife and cousin.
“I’m not sure how we’re going to fit this all in the car along with that wheelchair,” I said.

“Don’t worry, she’ll ride with me,” my father said, coming up behind me and putting a hand on my shoulder. I was surprised, not just because he’s been dead 20 years, 3 months and 15 days, but because he looked so young. He looked to be not much more than the age I am now.

He took our cousin over to a sliding wood panel door in the side of the hallway. It slid open and there was a narrow escalator there. She took her cane and stood on it and went down. My father folded her wheelchair, lifted it up and followed.
As soon as my father got on the escalator, the wood panel door slid closed in front of me.

“I’m parked on the street,” I said. “How should we get to that car?”
“We should cut through the parking garage,” someone said.

In the center of the hallway was a big oval opening looking down into the parking garage.
I looked in and could see there was a big moving conveyer belt that was moving cars up and down to different levels of the parking garage. It actually looked like it was staying level and the garage was moving up and down to match it.

“No, let’s take the stairs,” I said after thinking about what it would be like trying to walk on a conveyer belt that moved cars around.

I found some stairs and we walked down them and out onto the street in front of the store. My car was parked across the street, facing the wrong way for England.
We got to the car as I was trying to figure out how to get to the airport from there.
Dream ends

A lot of my dreams involve airports and shopping malls. Often combined together. And, it is a fairly common theme for me to find things I want to bring home, but don’t know how to manage.

The strange part is my family. My mother and brother sent us a Thanksgiving card, so maybe that’s why they are there.

For my father to show up, and having a speaking part, is very rare. And, to go off with my cousin in a way I couldn’t follow did not give me a good feeling.
I’m not at all sure what’s up with that.

In a strange turn, after I wrote this, but before I posted it, I got an email for something that I think that cousin would like very much, so I ordered it for her as a Christmas present.
Funny given the dream I just had…

Also, all morning I’ve thought I’ve heard my wife saying things to have her reply “I didn’t say anything...”
So, something’s up...