not-quite-mile-high club?

last night i dreamed that my girlfriend and i were desperately searching for our plane tickets in this strange little-house-on-the-prairie house and there was an old man there (somebody's grandfather?) who had also lost his tickets so we were tearing the place apart looking for tickets and his social worker showed up and wondered what the hell was going on and then she went away and the old guy went away and then we were in our bed, except it wasn't our bed (it was too small) and it was attached to the ceiling by ropes so i hoisted us up to the ceiling and then one of the ropes broke and i almost fell off and so i hoisted us back down.

and then i woke up.