Last night I dreamed that I was at the airport and some how the airline had lost my children, while also failing to provide seats for them on the plane. I mean I guess if the kids are lost they don't need a seat, but amid my panic, I must have been optimistic. We will find my children, so give them their seats, dang it!
In dream like fashion, the waiting area was the actual airplane (or was it the other way around?) and eventually after yelling and screaming at some non-sympathetic airline workers I discovered two of my children in seats far apart from each other. I apparently had found the baby, although she wasn't with me at the time. But come to think of it, my son was no where to be seen. It's always something when you fly the friendly skies, isn't it.
I have no idea if our luggage was on the plane, but I'm going to guess that it wasn't.