I had a dream last night (although, really, most of my dreams that I recall are in that last hour of sleep before I actually get out of bed, so this dream was probably around 6:30 this morning) where I was in, oh, let's say, Vegas. At some sort of convention. I was trying to get to my hotel room, but I kept spilling my luggage, which opened up. I think I had at least two tackle boxes, which contained a large quantity of Star Wars action figures (the old-school Kenner first edition stuff from when we were kids, not the dorky stuff that's been around for the past 10 years).
So, I was always scrambling to get the action figures back in their cases, and then my luggage would get out of control again, spill, and again disgorge any number of 5" high stormtroopers onto the floor.
Armchair dream analyses are welcome. I'll start the ball rolling with "I am frustrated with the amount of childish baggage I carry around".