give me back my underwear!!

so I had a dream this morning that I was sitting on this square area of concrete at school, reading or doing homework or something, content, possibly waiting for a ride. the area was roped off by four poles with chains attached but still easily accessible (this is important to know later). one of my teachers from fall last year walks up to me, but I think he is wearing a towel like he just got out of a shower, or at least some sort of outfit that shows a lot of skin, which I found odd but not in a sexual way because I knew he was gay. so he sits down with me, and is holding some folder of papers, and we start talking about this movie (he teaches pop culture, so movies were a pretty normal topic for class), I think it was some action movie with arnold schwarzenegger or point break maybe. we're discussing this movie, and he says, 'oh, that's what I wrote my thesis on' (presumably for his PhD) and I say, 'oh, I didn't know that! what did you write about?' and so we start discussing his dissertation but I don't remember the details.
all of a sudden, it's like I'm in high school or something, these two white loser class clown dudes come up to us but I haven't noticed because I'm facing my teacher so my back is to the dudes. they've picked up my black pair of hello kitty underwear (it has her face on the front and on the back it says Hello Kitty in bright pink), which for some reason I had hanging on the chain to dry out (?!). all of a sudden, I'm the one in the towel, or at least I become aware that I'm not fully clothed, and these assholes have my underwear! they're holding them up, teasing me with them, and my teacher gets really angry, runs over and scares them (he's quite tall), grabs my underwear back and yells at them. I'm so relieved to have my underwear back that I think I woke up. that's all I remember! maybe I had a wedgie or something...

oops, I forgot to pack...

this morning I had a dream that a & I were at the airport, waiting for our planes. it looked like the burbank airport (which I've spent a loooooot of time at lately), but I think it was really in portland. a & I were waiting for her flight at her gate, and my plane wasn't due for another couple of hours so I was just hanging out with her. we hugged and said our goodbyes as her plane boarded. suddenly, I realized I hadn't even packed. I had my suitcase with me, but it was half-empty and unzipped, with just dirty clothes and random crap inside. first I was thinking about whether I had enough time to take the MAX home, pack, and take it back to the airport, but I knew the trip would take 45 minutes at least each way and I only had 2 hours. then I was thinking, do I even need my suitcase?! surely I can just use my stuff in california. from there the dream devolved into some sort of episode of the hills, with spencer, heidi and lauren being at the airport and something dramatic happened, I just remember them running down the terminal with their luggage on a cart, all stressed out...

I think this is just typical holiday travel stress sneaking up on me. I still haven't bought my tickets home for christmas and that's a little nerve-racking.