I was going to a furry convention. At the end, it was time to pack up everything and go. I went outside and looked up at the night sky and watched the stars going out, swallowed up by inky black shifting blobs of void and dispersing into swirling clouds of purple. I realized I was at the end of the universe, and I didn't have much time. I accepted this.
The dream repeated again, instead of the stars I just had to deal with packing. The hotel room was full of seemingly all my possessions and was modeled exactly after my childhood room. I kept trying to figure out how I would pack it all away.