A strange dream

Sometimes I wonder about the things my subconscience is making up. Last night I dreamed about kalinalea. We both were in an American city (it was Atlanta if I remember right) and we were driving through high traffic to the airport for heading a plane to Germany where she was to visit my place. We were late for the train and I remember we have had trouble to get our luggage from the car to the airport (kalinalea had all her things wrapped in paper while I used a bag I really possess - only it didn't close as it should and therefore all my things were at the end a mess). And even funnier: We were to travel with German Wings - a German air company which actually only make flies around Europe (as far as I know). Coming to their lounge, I lost Kalina and ended in a lift with two astronauts in NASA suits who told me very secret things about their mission and about something funny happening to my home town (I can't remember what it was). Then I woke up - and wondered very much. I never met kalinalea, I never spoke to her, I only chatted a few times with her, so I don't have the slightest idea how she looks - and I'm even a bit annoyed with my memory because I don't know how she looked in my dream anymore (but I know, she looked nice and I liked her look and especially her voice. She spoke in this nice, Southern accent). Yet she felt in a nice way "familiar" in this dream - and even as I "lost" her on the airport, I didn't doubt we'd meet again in the plane and we'd have a nice time at home. I thought about showing her places I like - like my uncle's studfarm or the old monastry Lorch. The funny thing is: I'm certainly not in "esoteric" - no way. I'm too much of a "down to earth" person for that. But I learned in the past that my dreams sometimes have a meaning and even ... how shall I put it? My subconsciences seems sometimes to know more as I do - in the sense of telling me that something or somebody is more "important" to me as I was aware of before. It was so as I dreamed of a little girl who called me "mummy" - in a time I didn't have a kid and couldn't imagine how this kid of my dream came from (because the man who told me a story about a little girl he cared for was - at least to my awareness - "just a friend" and I couldn't imagine he'd ever see me as more), it was so with my best friend's lover to whom I always felt a bit "suspicious" until I dreamed off waiting with him for our (always pretty unpunctual) friend and in the end hugging him (a few weeks later I met him again and this time I felt that he cares about her and that he'd never hurt her. Although we didn't hug we became kind of "friends", connected in our love for a very special person). And there was this lover I dreamed off for years. I always felt so happy and content with him, so beloved and understood - better as I ever felt with my husband, better as I ever felt with one of the men before the husband. Dreaming about this lover made me always sad and feeling as if I'd miss something very important. And I hated that I could never remember his face after becoming awake. Yet one morning I could remember a detail about my dream lover: He wore a ring at the second finger of his left hand. I wondered about that and I even became amused because I actually never liked men wearing jewelry. A few weeks later I saw a golden ring on a man's second finger on the left hand ... and it clicked. It's now almost four years and he makes me feel as in my dreams ...But now what's with this dream? Perhaps I'll learn more about in the future ...