Done Wonk's Airport Dream for 1.7

Wonk was dreaming that he had to be somewhere, one of two people attending a meeting. A secretary handed him a package of airline documents. Car took him to the airport, he got tossed in security, but made it. It was some regional airline, couldn't seem to find the name. Found his boarding pass, no gate assigned. The backup paperwork was blue folded paper, 6 leaves thick, all the print was exactly the same size, no white space, unreadable. Looked at the monitor, destination city, gate A6, hurry someone said, he raced to the gate, its been moved, now B2, headed there, just outside the gate were people lounging in luxury stadium seats with little tables, coffee, wine, snacks. Where is your flight headed, he asked? Boise said a well dressed woman with 9 gold bangle bracelets. Must be the next flight, he muttered to himself. Wait! There was the other guy for the meeting, gate B6, he watched him enter, 20 M before Wonk got there, they closed the door, a very calm, well dressed, hair slicked back with Brylcreem, little dab'll do ya, airline employee turned from the door, looked him in the eye, sad, condescending, knowing, smile. "I'm sorry sir."

I missed my meeting, I missed my meeting, I missed my meeting, and Wonk woke up. Deep inside, he knew he was a driven person, perhaps more than normal, but did it have to extend to his dreams?