Just woke up from a dream...a nightmare, I guess.
In the dream I was traveling in a Latin American country and was taking a bus back to the airport to go back home. When I got there, I walked straight in leaving my luggage aboard the bus.
Thirty seconds later I realized my error and ran back out to see the bus pulling away from a huge pile of luggage they had ejected on the side of the road. I spent the bulk of my dream looking for my bright red Tristar, and not really caring what happened to the other piece of generic luggage that I had brought.
Not sure why I had a second piece, other than it was a hanging garment bag.
The feeling of panic and loss was palpable...but even in my dream, I consoled myself with the fact that I would get to buy a new piece of Tom Bihn when I got home and was already ruminating on colors and fabrics.
Felt compelled to share this with someone that might understand as my wife would only look at me with a pitying expression on her face...