Christmas Dream

Merry Christmas...
More about dreams... My Christmas Eve dream. 
The influences of my daily experiences impinged themselves into my dream. Here is what I dreamed, and what probably made me dream it.
I went to a musical conference. (I had spent the afternoon at my keyboard with new musical book which was gift from family, and then spent Christmas Eve with George, our piano playing volunteer at the old folks home.)
There was a scheduling mix-up at the conference and all the residential sleeping arrangements were canceled and we had to go nearby town for sleeping. (I have been seriously irritated by the consistent mix-ups this season by our activity director who had made arrangements forgotten them so that artists appear unannounced, double booked, neglected the artists who do appear, and delayed an honorarium check,)
The nearby town had no accommodations and we had to stay in a bunk house with planks to sleep on. (There have been several television shows in last two days about the nativity story and there being "no room at the inn".)
I didn't have enough cash to pay the exorbitant twenty dollar charge we each had to pay to stay at this overcrowded ill-equipped bunk house. I paid by credit card, first having trouble finding one, and then having to pay two dollars extra for using it. (A normal concern of mine: will I have enough cash with me to cover expenses. )
Then I had trouble sleeping on the planks that made up the bunks. (At this point, my dream merged with real life and I was having trouble getting comfortable in my own bed.)
I resolved the whole issue by waking up and writing this.
...and Happy New Year.