I think there was an earlier part of the dream where I was shopping, or exploring, I am not sure. In any case, I ended up babysitting in the tail end of the dream, for some Crystin-like character who showed up late. My dream self knew she was going to be late, too.
Anyway, when she got back, she made a dramatic flourish by thanking me profusely for babysitting. I don't remember there being any actual children to watch, which didn't strike my dream self as odd. Or maybe there were, and I just don't remember.
So, after my duties towards her were complete, I was packing to go. As I was packing, lots of people started to arrive. As the crowd arrived, I got more and more distracted from what I was doing. I was supposed to be driving to New York City. I am not sure who I was meeting there, maybe Andromeda or Cindy Helmbreck. It only felt like a good friend was waiting there for me. I kept recalculating in my head how long the drive was going to be. I had this notion that I was going to drive non-stop, even if it was an 11-or 12-hour drive.
The sense of time in this dream was very messed up. My dream self either didn't have a good sense of time in this dream, or it just kept changing. Regarding the actual light present in the dream, it really did seem like late afternoon, early evening. The mother had actually gotten back just before 9:00. It may have been 9:00 and my dream self managed to use up 8 hours goofing around. Because when I was getting ready to go, it appeared to be around 5:00 pm. So, the calculations in my head were revolving around how long I would have to visit before having to go to work on Monday. Of course, there was even the possibility that I could make arrangements not to go to work on Monday, since I thought I could call Mieke and tell her I couldn't make it and get home on Tuesday. It seemed like the tail end of the dream was mostly about planning the trip, because ultimately my dream self never actually was seen leaving in her car to take this trip, only talking and thinking about it.
There seemed like there were a number of people giving me things to take with me, or offering to help me pack. It seemed like I had a lot of stuff to put in the car, in any case. It was either a continuous process or it was a stop-and-go thing, getting something to pack and then getting distracted by some one talking to me or me talking to them and then having to get back on task. The latter seems more likely.