I had a dream that I had gotten off a plane and was in a long line down a hallway at the local airport that wasn't moving very fast. People were standing around and talking. A guy just ahead of me was showing off his pistols, and I wondered how he'd managed to even get those on the plane. The line was taking forever.

Then my mom walked by (apparently she'd been on the flight, too, but hadn't been standing next to me in line) and told me that there was a bus that we could take to get home that was going to leave pretty soon, so we ran to catch it. Mary and a friend of hers were also in line, and as we passed them I pulled them along to catch the bus with us. There was just enough space for the four of ua and the bus took off. After we'd driven about a half mile I realized that I'd left my backpack in the line or that it was a checked bag and I hadn't picked it up, so I had the bus driver let me off and I ran back to the airport, wearing my blue shoes. Once inside I started walking towards where I thought the baggage claim would be and I was noticing the decor. There were lots of different ceiling heights with square corners, and horizontal blue stripes, as airports tend to have (in my dream, anyway).