Boy, did I have the weirdest dream, and it was a twist on one of my regular ones.
In this dream I most commonly find I've been off someplace for several days with a group of people (usually fellow music students but sometimes coworkers from later in life), and it's time to gather our things and return home. The gathering of the belongings is always a central issue and source of a feeling of urgency.
So in last night's (or rather, this morning's) dream, we were about to LEAVE on an extended trip, and thanks to a few details I can at least identify this trip as having originated with the extended sailing trip I took with friends in 1980. Some of the things I was trying to sort out to take were silly, but I can at least say where the idea comes from.
Crazy, no?