Just Another Dream Journal

Why do I have the same freagin dream themes? It seems more pervasive than other's dreams.

Last night I only recall snippets. I dreamed of my p-doc and his brother. They both had a daughter from the same woman. I don't recall how I fit into dream.
I also dreamed of being in the RV, but the driver was too close to the edge of a cliff and we fell off into a body of water. Don't recall anything else.

Then I took a nap earlier for a couple of hours.
In it, I was at an airport (surprise, surprise). I had been looking through some shops and was interested in buying some things. Some items were books and others were hand held games.
Then I was outside, sitting in some waiting area. I was trying to sneak a smoke. A bunch of interesting people sat near me from time to time. One was an artist.
Then a wealthy woman (?) showed up and I was expected to go with her. We got onto some sort of trolley and I talked to her about the great crowds. I told her the only people I didn't see were Jehovah's Witnesses. I expected some snide or "funny" remark, but she instead asked me how long I had been apart from them.
There was bitterness in my voice as I told her "way too long" but smoking was my demon and I had no desire to quit any time soon, and I saw sorry in her eyes for me.

That's all I recall.