I dreamed last night we were starting our trip to PNG. Mom, Matthew, and Josh came by my office to pick me and my suitcase up. When we got to the airport, we were talking about all we were going to do, and part of our schedule was to fly to Orlando mid-week to go to Disney World. We were chatting excitedly about it, and then I was like, "Wait a minute. We're going to fly to PNG, then fly back to Orlando to go to Disney World, and then fly back to PNG?" They all affirmed it, and I said, "Well, that's dumb," and then expressed my worries that all the flying back and forth would cut into our time in PNG, and would be more expensive...but then admitted that there was probably nothing we could do about it since the tickets were already bought.
Then, a bit later, I realized that I hadn't packed anything. When they picked me up at my office, I grabbed an empty suitcase, thinking we'd go to my house first so I could pack, and then in the excitement, I forgot about it. So I just started crying because I didn't have anything with me besides the clothes on my back and my purse. I didn't even have my passport. We tried to think of alternate ways to prove my identity so they'd let me into the country, but came up dry, so Mom and I ran out to the parking garage to try to rush home and at least grab my passport.