Dreams of the Pooka

I slept long last night and had time for dreams in the morning. Two related dreams: on a train in Germany with my family, but also with a strange older woman, somewhere between Moraine and Nancy Pelosi. She was somehow befuddling the group so we couldn't get things done. I realized she was a magical person. I was looking for the bathroom and went to the back but the door opened to the exterior of the train. I realized the restrooms were in the front but couldn't quite get there. (I needed to go IRL). We got off the train and were walking on a dark road. I said to the woman, I know what you are, please leave us alone. I want to have time with my father. I know you're a pooka! She turned into a large fuzzy biped and walked off into the woods. My father was not in the dream. Next I was in house that seemed familiar. The family was lounging around and I was trying to get them moving. The taxi's coming, we have to go, I said. We're leaving in 3 hours and have to get to the airport. None of them knew we were traveling that night. Now I interpret this as my brain trying to wake me up, since it was later than my normal alarm time. And needing to go to the bathroom, plus some anxiety. But the pooka? That was a really strange twist.