Purring Cats and Panic Attacks

I had a dream last night that a bunch of friends and I were on a trip. We were staying at a hotel-like place, but it was owned by a familiy we all knew. Their little kids were very destructive and I was afraid for my stuff - I'd brough some electronics, some art stuff and a very beautiful glass piece (there was a reason I brought it but I don't remember). It was sort of shaped like a boot and it had gold swirling around in some kind of liquid inside it. It was really beautiful and something I treasured above all else.

I was walking through a room when I saw my friend K and his new girlfriend (in the dream - he is single at the moment in real life). His girlfriend was carrying what looked like a big, flat dragon claw. They were coming into the bedroom I was in so I panicked and left. I wondered if they were going to be messing around and what the dragon claw was for but it freaked me out so much I couldn't think about it.

Instead, I went to another room where people had gathered and started petting a cat. I sat down and the cat brushed itself against me and let me hold it tight. It pressed into me and started purring and I giggled because it felt funny and the cat felt me giggle and purred even more, a circle going round and round of mutual delight.

After I felt better, I got up and packed some of my stuff. I went downstairs and saw that the kids had used my computer to watch something but hadn't hurt it. However, the glass piece I carried with me had been cracked, and poorly repaired. The liquid wasn't seeping otu of it yet but it was only a matter of time. I was sad but tried to tell myself that it was my fault because I had left it alone.

When K reappeared we had a talk and I broke down, shaking and crying because the dragon scale had reminded me of punishments I'd received as a child. He assured me nothing had happened.

And then I woke up.