I find our hotel room door open, George is in his jammies, already comfortably in bed even though it is early afternoon. He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed. We chat, and it becomes clear that this is not our room, neither of us has checked into the hotel yet, he just saw the door open and made himself at home. He is completely unpacked. I don't seem to have any bags.
About the time I have decided to go down to the front desk and check into our real room, a pair of women in their 30's burst into the room and make a lot of noise about this being reserved for their party, and "what will we do? Where will the bride change clothes?". They are assuming this is our room, and the hotel messed up. They leave, flustered, not giving us a chance to explain that this is not our room. In walk the bride and her mother, who start politely but panicky to explain why they really need this room. I console them with "it was our mistake, we saw the door open and thought it was our room". George reluctantly gathers up his things, packs them in his suitcase, and we go down to the front desk, where they tell us we are in the wrong city. The dream ends as we are walking down the street toward Macy's.