Mining Engineer

I dreamed I was an American mining engineer in an airport somewhere in the US on my way to a job in Peru.  Do to snarl-ups, my luggage hadn’t shipped separately so I had a bunch of suitcases and such all piled up higgledy-piggledy on a long cart I was dragging with me.  Also on the cart were two fruit tree saplings that had been shipped to the airport instead of my home address by mistake.

At which point a couple of Brit security arrested me and took me to some sort of Brit enclave at the airport.  They said I shouldn’t be in Britain and was going to be deported.  The rest of the dream was me having great fun getting on my high horse about how I was an American citizen, passport and all, that I was not now nor was I going to be in Britain, and that actual illegal immigrants in Britain went unarrested and undeported their thousands.  The most fun was where I held up my passport so they could see it but wouldn’t let them hold it.  They kept shaking some kind of deportation paperwork in my face, but their hearts weren’t in it.