I've noticed that a lot of my dreams involve people and events from now, but they often take place or end up in the house I grew up in. I haven't lived there in 6 years.
A few years ago after graduating high school, I had to decide where to go to college-- my choices were to either go to a small university near my family, go to a larger university 150 miles away where several of my friends were going, or go somewhere completely different.
In the midst of all that, I had a dream that I was driving down a city street on an icy road. I saw a bunch of old friends on the sidewalk, and I wanted to stop and talk with them. But when I hit the brakes, I ended up sliding on the ice and spinning out into this huge intersection. It was kind of like a roundabout, with about 10 streets converging into a big circle full of cars going every which way. I tried to turn around to go back and see my friends, but I had become disoriented from spinning out and couldn't figure out which street I had come from.
My first thought upon waking up was "Damn, my brain made a perfect metaphor for what I'm going through, and even came up with all kinds of cool symbolism. WHY CAN'T I THINK THAT CREATIVELY WHEN I'M AWAKE?!?" :p