Last night I ended up in the US

. Apparently I had a friend from there, we had worked together for 3 months and I went to the airport to see her leaving. I have no recollection of the flight nor landing but I was in a stretch limo., belonging to her family. I don't have a Passport, how would that work

She took me into this HUGE mansion of a place, dashed up some stairs "I'll show you 2 your room" then I didn't see her throughout the dream. Nor could I find my room

. At various states there was a large kitchen with people milling about including apparently her Mother - DH arrived at that point and was put to work carrying trays of drinks for this woman - "I worried about where you were" he told me. The place was vast.
Eventually we were trying to find a taxi so walked miles along a pavement he was carrying his kit bag. We came across a hall with 'antiques', "I must pop in there B4 we go to the airport". Yeah. Right

by now I was looking for a loo

. Everything of course was priced in dollars there was one dealer who apparently knew us and greeted us like old friends

and who eventually offered us a lift to the airport.
I gradually woke up then needing the loo. There was a lot more besides the above, mainly looking for a bathroom or the way to my bedroom .... rows and rows of long corridors with wooden flooring lined with French antique furniture ...... at one time I was going along muttering "that's fake"

. There were acres of staircases leading nowhere. One went outside into an over-grown garden with a folly ....... then a tall wall so we couldn't get out. I felt trapped there.