StonedApe

I was at the airport leaving Las Vegas. I put my stuff on a table. I was very paranoid about it because I had some very expensive stuff with me, my ipod, I thought I had a guitar but when I set it down it looked like a guitar hero controller. I ran into a friend of mine who I traveled there with but had been separated from(there was more to this dream that I don't remember, I was in another location and had to drive back to Vegas to catch the plane). He showed me all this beer that he had bought, like 200 beers. He said they were really cheap here and he was bringing them back. I asked him when our flight was leaving and he said I think right now or in a couple minutes, he said something about the flight number, 4810 maybe, and the boarding was for flight 4800 right now so we were next. I had stuff that I had put in a locker at the airport that I had to get and told him. He wanted to come with me to get it but I wanted him to stay with our stuff, but I couldn't tell him this at first, it was as if saying it would break his heart. I couldn't remember the locker number or find the keys and I was panicking. I pulled everything out of my pockets twice and the second time I pulled out three sets of keys and the locker key was attached to one of them.