The dream I keep having about the wrong runway

I'm on final approach into an airport I've flown into a hundred times—say, SFO. But the runway is tilted. Not the plane, the actual pavement. I know it's wrong but I keep descending anyway, and every time I wake up before I touch down. Don't need a Jungian to tell me what that means, but I wish my subconscious would pick a less on-the-nose metaphor.