すみませんが、いまはこの記事が日本語で不可能選択です。

On June 19, 2023 I dreamed that my family and I were staying at a hotel where the rooms were (comfortably furnished) holes in the ground, accessed via floor-doors that were kind of buried.

My wife and I were in our hole when I decided that I needed to climb out to retrieve some camping gear from a neighboring room.

Upon returning to my hole, I discovered that there was actually a wall-door connecting to the neighboring room which I had just climbed in and out of.  My wife then asked me to go across the street to turn on a night light for the kids.  Apparently the “underground” room was actually above ground and also had a street-level backdoor with a window.

I went across the street and found the light to be a sconce in which I would need to start a fire.  Conveniently there was a bowl full of small boxes of matches next to the sconce.  As I began looking around for something to burn, two of my kids followed me out of the hotel and asked if they could light some matches.  There was nothing to burn but weeds and tall grass, so I pulled some and explained to my kids how they needed to be dry and not green, as green ones contain moisture and will smolder.

I was in the United Kingdom, probably England.  A man walking by heard me talking to my kids and my American accent must have caught his attention.  With a British accent the man asked me my name.  I gave him my given name, then he guessed my surname, and I said, “Yes, it's a common name.”  We had a bit more brief dialog, and then I woke up.