I don't place much stock in night dreams. They are flights of fancy my brain takes by putting together various bits of my day in random order and context.
Last night I dreamed I was meeting someone at a very posh restaurant called IISI. It wasn't set up like any restaurant I'd ever seen. Very ultra modern. It was also somewhat exclusive, not somewhere I would ever go to on my own.
So I went to meet my friend and I had my backpack purse on, and once I got inside I was told, "We don't serve campers." Maybe they thought my purse made me look like a homeless person or something? I don't know, but clearly I was not up to their clientele. Twice I tried to get in, and twice I was turned away. Trouble is that my friend was inside, and I needed them to tell her that I was not, and they just seemed so put out with me. Like I was too lowly for them. It was bizarre.