The Least Magical Place On Earth

I was going on a trip to DisneyLand. I was flying up with a group of people. We kinda had to rush out the door, because of this I forgot my boarding pass on the coffee table (the house in my dream was mine, but it was not my waking house). The pass was a normal sized piece of paper printed off from the computer with my info on it that I had folding into fourths. Without my pass I wouldn't be able to do anything, it had my hotel reservations, but tickets to the park and my airplane ticket.

I probably wouldn't have time to drive back and get it myself, it was almost time to get on the plane.

Someone I was with at the airport that wasn't going with us offered to go get it. I wanted to go with her, because I knew right where it was, but she took off without me. I chased after her van for a few feet, but there was no way to catch up to her. I had the feeling she wasn't coming back.

I called my mom and told her what I had done and asked her to bring the pass to me. Instead she just started lecturing me on how I always pull shit like this and what I needed to do to fix it, ie buy everything all over again. I couldn't get through to her that I just needed her to bring me the damn piece of paper but she wouldn't stop talking long enough to listen. Then I woke up.