Last night I dreamed I was on my way to a conference (ChLA), which was being held in a hugely massive hotel. I got my room and put my luggage and just about everything else there. I went out with friends with just my purse. Didn’t even register with the hotel (note the contradiction with a previous sentence). In the meantime, apparently, the hotel caught on fire and all guess were ejected. Without their luggage. I tried to estimate the value of my items but got it wrong. I was also notified that I could put my luggage claim to the front of the line if I paid for it. I essentially asked for the luggage claimants to revolt. That it was all a capitalist conspiracy. This dream deeply distressed me. Deeply. I couldn’t get home. I only wanted to get home.