Dreams of luggage retrieval

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I dreamed I was flying into Boston on an international flight. I got off the plane and went out to the terminal. No one was waiting for me, so I decided I would take the subway out in the direction of my parent’s house. I thought that I could call them on my cellphone and have the drive to meet me at the last stop which was only a few miles from their house.
I could see the subways were still running as I came out of the terminal and walked over to the station. Just as I got to the station, I realized I was forgetting my suitcase and went back in.
I followed the signs for luggage retrieval and came to this very nice luggage retrieval area.
It was two floors tall and had a carved wood outer shell. It was shaped like a DNA double helix where the suitcases would twist down so everyone could get a good view of them, then come to rest in a circular pickup area at the bottom. It was well lit and there were mirrors at the half way point of the helix so you could see both sides without having to twist back and forth.
No luggage was coming down.
I asked one of the people working there.
“Oh, your flight’s luggage is at the old area,” he said, pointing down a long cement hallway.
I followed the hallway. Just past a security station, I could see a sign for my flight.
I showed my luggage receipt to the security people. They let me walk through the metal detectors, but took my receipt and gave me a new one.
This luggage area was just a continuation of the corridor. There was a big hole in the wall on the right side that led off into a dark area. A set of luggage scanners was at the entrance of the hole and a bunch of suitcases waiting behind it.
“This is how it works,” the guy at the scanner said. “I send one suitcase out at a time. If no one claims it, it comes back through the scanner and I send another one out.”
I couldn’t see mine, and wanted to find a mens room. I was directed to the back lounge.
The back lounge was at the end of the corridor and was a small room full of people sitting in cheap plastic chairs. There was a plastic grandfather clock in the middle that was labeled “men’s room”.
I went over to it. I was both taller and wider then it was.
“Hey, where is the men’s room?” a man behind me asked.
I picked up the clock and handed it to him.
“How do we use this?” he asked me. I could see he was thinking he needed to relieve himself inside it somehow.
“Not in front of the kids,” I said, pointing to some children in the waiting area. “I’m going out to use the one in the main terminal.”
I walked back through the luggage area in time to see my suitcase going back through the scanner into the dark.
“Hey! That one is mine!” I shouted.
“You didn’t claim it in time,” the man at the scanner said. “You’ll have to wait for it to come around again.”
I could see it sitting just behind the scanner, but couldn’t get to it.
“Now, we have a young lady here who needs her luggage,” the man said, pointing at an attractive young woman waiting near the scanner.
He began shooting a whole bunch of suitcases through the scanner very fast. She smiled as a pile of suitcases built up at my feet.
I wondered if I could just grab mine and run in the confusion.
Dream ends

When I dream of airports, it is usually the same one. I can't tell if this one was that regular one or not. It had some things in common, but other things I hadn't seen before.