Cruel to be Kind

I'm becoming more and more confused by these dreams involving parts of my city that don't exist.  I don't mind so much the part where I'm driving an Audi TT to a book signing, but when I'm racing past a massive coal loading complex alongside a navigable river, or engaging in urban archaeology in a place that is not here while my dream-self's brain is going, "Yep, Lexington," it gets a little bit strange.