Hotels

Last night I dreamed about a man in a hotel who was going to commit suicide by falling from the balcony of the hotel into the pool while in his wheelchair. He was an old man who was married. He did it successfully, and the story was on a show like 20/20. I tried to see what hotel it was in case I ever needed to successfully commit suicide while confined to a wheelchair. However, the details and name of the hotel had been hidden by the television camera crew. I thought about how it would be creepy to stay in the hotel because of the man's death. Then I dreamed that I was at a fancy hotel with my mom. I had set a dildo down on a lobby table, and it was lavender and in the shape of a woman diving. My mom said that a friend was visiting her at the hotel and that she'd appreciate it if I'd put it in a less prominent place. She was somewhat annoyed. Then I dreamed that I was at a less expensive hotel. The rooms were small, and the ceilings were low. At first I wondered if it would be claustrophobic but it ended up being a wonderful, secret place to be. I opened a window, and it looked out on lots of beautiful water including a sea and an impressive pool. There was also a room with a hot tub and beautiful flowers. I thought about how if I came back I would want to stay in the very same room because it was so perfect. It was quaint and European, also earthy.