Another classic dream -- or two or three, possibly, as it touched on more than one common theme.
Damn it. The first part has vanished. Maybe it'll return later.
Anyway, the main part had to do with arriving at an airport to go home from wherever. (No idea where this was, but it had snowed later in the dream.) I was enjoying how light my luggage was this time, as I was able to carry my large suitcase as opposed to pulling it on its wheels. I entered the terminal and found myself in a gift/souvenir shop type of area, where I saw one friend (female) and said hi, then another friend (male) (maybe a friend of hers, not sure now), and I asked the two of them to watch my bags while I went over to the coat check room to retrieve my black blazer that I just realized I had the claim ticket for. As I got in line, so did a bunch of other people, and I think I got the jacket, not sure, but next thing I knew I'd accidentally gotten into a taxi or shuttle that was circling the airport, and I knew I desperately had to get back to that other terminal where my friends were standing there watching my luggage. I got out in a place I thought was right, but of course it wasn't and it all went to hell from there. It took me a few minutes on waking up to convince myself I could quit worrying about the trip and the luggage because it was all a dream.
