dream

I had a dream last night that I was in an airport terminal in america waiting to catch a flight home.(strange seen as though Im to scared of flying to even contemplate the hours of air time it would take me to get to the USA)
anyway.I dreamt a strange man showed me a storage cellar and then when we came back up a female suicide bomber had detonated a bomb in the main terminal?or maybe the departure lounge? who knows,Im not up on airport lingo.anywaylots of people were dead and there was loads of crazy shit and lots of americans.and I ran accross the terminal and walked through some double doors into a bar that was completely upper class english with two staff and no customers and it was massive.all polished mahogany and chandeleersAnd the two staff were wearing tux's and were very old school english.you know the type "oh that old boy?good show!" and so on.
One side of the bar I was in was glass which faced onto the carnage of the bomb wrecked airport (like the bar was built onto the side and you could see in on what was happening) but all I could hear was englishy posho piano music and glasses being chinked and so on.then in the end it turned out that the bomb the woman had strapped to herself was filled with millet seed or somthing bird seedy with explosives and that there were people bqanging against the glass trying to get into the bar where I was sat trying to use the phone.
I woke up confused.
If anyone knows what the fuck that was all about then please feel free to comment at the bottom and evaluate my messy inner psyche.