Mrs Cudzo and I were browsing in a camping/outdoor shop in a large, old warehouse. It had a kind of balcony, very steep, which was being covered with a matting made of woven palm leaves. Men were standing on this matting and pouring water from watering cans over it to make it slippery - this was to be part of some event later. Then after a bit more browsing an announcer appeared and stood on the balcony, which was now flat, had no matting and was larger, and started calling out names. These people went up to the balcony and were given prizes or awards for something. I realised that in one corner of the balcony, behind the announcer, were stairs leading up to one more floor of the shop, so I started climbing them. They were narrow and metal, with a hand rail on one side and rough stone wall on the other, but they took me to a landing without a railing. I found this scary so went down the stairs again, intending to go up the other side, but as I reached the bottom the announcer called out "Mrs Hilary Clinton" and she appeared from the room I'd been intending to look in. She walked right past me, cameras were flashing but somehow I knew they (the photographers) couldn't see me.
At this point I decided it was time to leave, but I had no idea where my wife was (our son was curiously absent from the whole dream). So I went down to the entrance, which now looked like a theatre foyer, and sent her a text, "This is terribly boring, let's go" (but I texted in Polish). At that point I woke up and realised she had gone in real life - to work, leaving me a cup of tea by the side of the bed, which had gone cold.