Last night I dreamed that I was waiting outside of a house for someone because I left my bag in his car. Once he arrived, I searched the car. No bag. It wasn't in the car, another person had brought it into the house.
Now that I think about it, the house in the dream strongly resembles the one belonging to one of my exes, but that particular ex was not in my dream.
Then (same night, separate dream), I am walking out of my garage and onto the street toward a large icecream truck. I climb to the roof and I peer inside. There are people inside sitting on folding chairs listening to someone give a powerpoint presentation about knives.