Storage in Dreams

It was back in my home town. I was storing some stuff in my mom’s parents garage, same as I’m doing here. I had just gotten things organized, when it all disappeared, save a few small items, and the remaining lumber I’d made shelves out of. I went through the roof, as I knew someone did it and being it was a family member, made me that much more angry.
There were also intermittent scenes of mom and I at the house I grew up in, and I was asking about this basket weave looking tile on the kitchen counter. It was almost like it went back in time, as while I knew about stuff stored at my grandparents, I knew it was there, not missing.
It then flashes back to my grandparents house, and me in a rage, storming into the house. I found my mom, “dad”, and both mom’s parents in the kitchen, everyone looking a bit nervous, and guilty. I first suspected “dad”, grabbed him by the shirt collar, gave him a hearty shake while growling “Where’s my stuff!? What EXACTLY did you think you were doing!?”, about 3 inches from his face. I didn’t get an answer out of him, just more of the same guilty looks. My grandpa finally spoke up and said he’d done it, but nothing else. I went off on everyone in the room for a solid 5 minutes, before making some threats if my stuff wasn’t returned, storming out to the garage, and slamming the door behind me so hard, that the washboard key rack inside, fell off the wall.
About half of what I had in the garage was now back, in a pile, on the floor. I somehow had an idea of where the rest was, got into my truck, and left, at high speed. At the end, I’d just gotten out of the neighborhood, and was getting close to the road going to the mall, angry, speeding, and trying to listen to the radio to calm down.

I’d woke up from another dream before this, that I don’t really remember, other than BL was in it, and I was happy, so it must have been a good dream.