Recurring Dream

I took a 2 hour nap before my Supershuttle this morning came at 3:30AM...I woke up in a cold sweat completely anxious for my upcoming trip. Then I realized that I had had this same dream (or a version) before...many times actually...and it kinda happens in real life.
The dream:
I am in a parking lot and see this woman who I work with across the way. I reach out to meet her because I am the one with an umbrella. She comes to me and I ask her what time it is- she responds 9:30. AM? I ask. Yes, she replies- 9:30 AM. Which makes no sense to my dream self because it is pitch black and raining. I freak out and realize that I have missed my Supershuttle. Later in the dream I find out that I had begged my friends Alex and Gus to take the shuttle with me (and wake up at that time) even though their flights were at a much later time.
 CARRYING ON...
I hustle back to my current dorm room, grab my things, and rush to my car. I pick up Alex and Gus, both very angry because they had gotten up at 3:30. I apologize and tell them that my flight is at 6:15 and it is 5:49- I CAN MAKE IT, I say, but they sit quietly and shake their heads. I zoom down the 5 then we end up in an old factory district (vaguely similar to the places downtown I was driving around [lost] last night.) We end up in this airport-like glass structure with fish mosaics on the wall (salmon colored tile) where I get  more flustered and my companions become significantly more irritated with me. 
“DO you EVER know where you are going, hillary?” Gus says.
 “I’ve been to LAX like 6 times in the past month- you’d THINK I’d know where I was going.”  I say.
Alex chimes in: “hillary, this is ridiculous you always get lost and no one ever wants to drive with you- just use the fucking GPS”
“But I KNOW WHERE I AM GOING” I say.
 “apparently not” they reply.
We hop in the car and I plug in LAX to the GPS.
I miss my flight.
But I made it to the airport.

    There is my convoluted dream. Detailed, I know. But I tend to remember small insignificant details (like salmon colored tile). Apparently I lose the ability to drive and lose my sense of direction whenever I have guests in the car. Only one thing can be said, well, two things actually.
I am a self-conscious driver
LA driving haunts everyone