i had a dream last night

So after waking up to feed the cats this morning, I decided I was still too exhausted to be awake for the day and I should probably go back to sleep.
Which, I guess, explains this dream that I had when I actually did fall asleep again.
I was driving my brother Krishen to the airport because, for some reason, he was leaving for L.A. When I dropped him off, he was a bit late so he missed his flight. It was about 8:05 pm. It was the kind of airline that would let you get on the next flight, however, so he stuck around for an hour so that he could catch the next one. I decided to grab my stuff from home and come back.
“Wait” I says to him. “I’m coming too!” I figure that I’ll grab my clothes etc and go visit some friends of mine that live in L.A. These friends have been trying to get me down there forever. I got back to the airport at about 9:05, late again. Krishen was still there, waiting for me.
“Oh crapolla!” I said, or something to that effect. (I don’t remember every detail.. it’s a dream!) “Well, I’m going to go back to the house again to grab my records. There’s a couple places that want me to play down in L.A.”
So again, I leave. I grab a bunch of my fav. records from home, and leave for the airport again. I have plenty of time to be late since I was only grabbing my records and that only takes a few minutes at home, unlike packing clothes.
I arrived at the airport at about 9:40. I parked the green car I was driving in the airport parking lot. When I got out of the car, I instantly saw one of my old friends (who has already passed on in real life) with some of my other old quasi-friends (who have not) in the parking lot.
I said “HEY! D!”
He looked at me blankly. “I’m not D.”
“Who are you?” I said.
He went on to explain that he was someone else. I don’t remember exactly who he said he was. It doesn’t matter. He looked and talked exactly the same with the same voice and everything. It was spooky as hell. He got in the car with my old quasi-friends and they drove off. In my dream, there were 3 possibilities to explain this:
1) My old quasi-friends had found some guy who looked and talked the same as our old friend who passed on, and had him hang around to replace our passed on friend.
2) “D” wasn’t really dead but was living on his own death insurance. Though D always liked a good scam, this was a bit far fetched for all the family has already been through.
3) This new guy was real and had nothing to do with my old friend or quasi-friends. I never spoke to my old quasi-friends so they may have been other people as well.
By this time it is around 10 and I arrive to see Krishen still waiting for me. We had missed the 10 pm flight.
The dream ends. I wake up.
This is one of the dreams I would slide in to classification of The Reoccuring dream I’ve been having for the last several years. It is always about not taking off in a plane at an airport. Some of the dreams I actually get in the plane to take the flight, but the plane only ends up taxiing around the runway, never taking flight or leaving. The people and the airport are never the same in any of the dreams, but it’s the same idea.
I’m not totally certain I know what this reoccuring dream is about.. but I think I have a good idea.
What do you think?