A dream.

Miniature baby pandas found... somewhere.
Miniature mama panda didn't make it.
Put 15 or so of the little babies in a flat pouch bag with one small velcro tab on the top to close it.
I'm hiding this from people until we get to the place I can safely reveal the pandas.
Riding in the back seat of a car, the panda packet on the floor.
The babies blindly crawling out of the packet, creeping around on the floor under the driver's seat.
I have to pick them off the carpet, their tiny claws clinging like giant beetles to the carpet, then to my finger.
Finally get to the safe place and it feels like a transaction.
Am I selling the pandas?
The person is on the other side of a counter with a cash-register type thing.
I don't recall receiving any cash.