remembered fragments of my dream

I was on a family holiday to Spain. On the way there we had to buy a new hand luggage suitcase so bought a bright yellow wheely bag.

We were all staying in a big house which was dark.

At the end of the holiday I had an enormous bag that I was struggling to pack. I left my bags and we went out. When I came back to pick it up my bag another group of people had arrived with a bigger family. The family had transformed the place with a platzzo floor, chairs laid out in semi circles like for a concert and the place was full of light.

But my bag wasn't there, everyonelse left and I stayed to find it. I was upset as it was all my clothes and it would be very expensive to replace them and hard to find so many things that fit me so well as I am petite.

I went to the library to renew my card and asked about my suitcase and they told me the family had told them there was a bag there. So I went to see and after a lot of discussion the family finally admitted that yes there was another suitcase and brought out my empty one. They thought it had been accidently unpacked and the clothes mixed up with everyone else. So we all looked through all the different rails to find my clothes including a berry pink short sleeved dress made of heavy cotton.

Then I woke up