Dream Of Lost Painting

I was on a plane laying down and then a little cart thing and I don’t remember getting there. There was a room full of paintings and picture of people who I counted and then said whether or not they were there. Then there was a airport I asked where the terminal was to get some of my luggage because I couldn’t recall boarding the plane nor leaving. The guy ran down the hill smoking and it was so long when before it was short. This other lady and him were running and she was a alcoholic. She had candy but I told the guy to not trust her still because she was very untrustworthy