A very American dream

I just woke up from an anxiety dream about visiting the US.  It didn't feel anxious while I was sleeping, but in real life we're planning on visiting in August this year and I'm nervous about it.  

The dream (as I can still remember it) started at a house that a friend had just bought.  It was a project house, kind of falling apart all over the place and for some reason they needed me to stay with the house while they were out.  Like, I was housesitting a run down shack that was still lacking the basics to make it be a "house" - I think maybe I was supposed to be guarding it from squatters? 

The house was on one of those two lane roads that doesn't actually have any painted lines and there are cracks all over the place.  Grass grew off of the sides and led to vacant lots.  People did live nearby, it seemed, but everything felt so far away to me.  There were kids running around and I have a vague sense that there was a strip mall type of thing nearby.  It was loud and run down and lots of pavement.

In my dream, I woke up in the house I grew up in.  At least, I had the sense that it was morning and I'd just woken up there.  I knew somewhere in my mind that my mom didn't own the house anymore and I thought it was odd to find myself there, so I told myself I must have been borrowing it for a night or something.  I looked out the front windows to see both cul de sacs (I lived on an 8, essentially) were packed full of cars.  There wasn't even any room to walk in between the cars and the street that was supposed to run between the cul de sacs was also full of cars.  

In real life, I Google Earth'd this house and saw that new owners had poured cement over the entire front yard so that they could have more car parking.  The built in 2 car garage wasn't enough for them, or maybe they converted that into something else.

Anyway, in the dream an officer was standing there in the middle of all the cars.  I looked over to my neighbor's house to see that it was under construction, so I assumed the officer was there to act as a traffic monitor or something, though there obviously wasn't any traffic.  My neighbor's house had been built with a 2 car garage, but it looked like they were adding another box that could fit an additional 3 cars.  Either the box wasn't quite finished or the garage door on it was pulled up because I could see inside - it was packed full of shit.  Stacks of huge, expensive TVs, furniture, other random electronics.  I don't know if the neighbor I grew up with in real life still lives there, but she was absolutely not a hoarder of stuff so this pile of commercialism really confused my dream self.

And somewhere around there, I woke up.  It was long past time when I was supposed to have been out of bed, but it's my day off so that was fine.  Now I'm unusually exhausted from running my brain like this in the 20 minutes between when I was aware I needed to get up and when I actually got up and I fully expect to be stuck in this fug all day.