Speaking of dealing with habitual patterns:
In this dream, Brad was a dentist, and I was his receptionist. For people to get to his office they had to line up among metal stanchions and then they could sit in the waiting area. Now as his office was in an airport, people had all sorts of luggage, or perhaps “baggage”, with them. I was anxious and concerned that people would be so squished up in the line amongst their baggage, so I suggested that some families could leave one person in the line, and the rest could go right to the waiting room. Brad then interrupted and said, “but Siobhan, if everyone is in the waiting room with their baggage, how will people get through?”