Desert Decisions Dream

I dreamed last night that I was driving down the street toward the house I lived in as a kid at Ft. Lewis, Washington, on “Davis Hill” (an NCO housing area), but the street unexpectedly continued past where my house should have been (and for some reason the road was made of bricks, or cobblestone, instead of pavement). So I stopped at some sort of government information center to ask for directions. I told the person inside the info-center that I was looking for the house where I lived as a child at “8513 Lawndale” (which was where I lived after Ft. Lewis, in what is now Lakewood, WA. I don't remember the actual street name for Davis Hill). The official said he recognized the address and that it was nearby. He pulled out some maps to show me and began marking streets with a marker. I remember looking at the maps and seeing what they looked like. But, nothing I saw was familiar to me. The man marking the map ended up tracing far more streets than it should have taken me to find my old house. Then he gave me the map along with this curious instruction: “Follow the lines, especially in the desert, that's where the new decisions need to be made.” (The “decisions” were new roads on the map)