The NYU campus isn't more than 15 minutes walking distance away from Parsons, but naturally those estimates go to shit in a dream. In this dream, I decided to jump in a cab from Parsons and head to NYU with my boyfriend so I could show him the campus. (He grew up in New York, but whatever—I don't need to go through dream psychoanalysis to know this was about wanting to share what I do.) Anyway, I got caught in traffic, and by the time we arrived I realized I was already late for my Parsons class. I was stuck in the cab, trying to traverse traffic that no longer even resembled New York to get to a class I knew had already started.
My dreams aren't that difficult to parse for meaning. This dream is about my ongoing anxiety over time management.
Don't worry Paddy! Hopefully what happened in your dream will always stay at there. Don't let it come to your real life lol!