Dream Journal: Lost in a Las Vegas Hotel
I just woke up from a very frustrating dream. I was in Las Vegas staying at a hotel for some kind of combination hacker conference and music festival. I'm a little fuzzy on the first half of the dream but do remember I kept forgetting where my hotel room was and was unable to go back to my room. About mid-dream I was in a packed hotel room for a live rock/punk music show and the attendees literally started tearing the hotel room apart, knocking bricks out of the walls so you could see the outside and ripping up the floor to the wooden framing, compromising the structural integrity of the tower. The room itself began to fall, turned sideways, and the person I was with (can't remember who now) fell to our... demise? At this point the dream shifted and I was alone again but still in the remnants of the crashed room which was now upright again and on the bottom floor of the tower it was in. I tried to collect my things from on and around a coffee table where they had been sitting during the music show and put them in my bag but I was unable to find my shoes. I then began wandering the hotel barefoot with my roller bag and duffel bag trying to find registration because I couldn't remember where my hotel room was and it was now noon on check-out day and I needed to collect the rest of my luggage from my room which I had packed the night before. I kept wandering around, asking staff who would point me in one direction or another, up ramps and down elevators, until I finally exited an elevator which opened into a large ornate suite where some kind of kinky BDSM play party was happening. There were half-naked people running around, many in harnesses, some doing scenes, and lots of trays with hors d'oeuvres on most of the flat surfaces. I asked a few people if they could help me which they either ignored or said they couldn't and went about their revelry. I sat on a couch with some people for a moment nearby who I thought were the party hosts who were engaged in a conversation. I was waiting for them to finish their conversation so that I could interject. One of the people on the couch was an attractive young guy with blue hair. I complimented his blue hair and he returned the compliment about my green hair. He then asked if he could run his fingers through my hair which I agreed to but then he and this other person on the couch who had NOT asked for consent both ran their fingers through my hair. I got up from the couch and walked toward the middle of the very long suite where I spotted two hotel staff sitting in chairs at desks facing each other behind a semi-circleish counter and beyond that, behind a glass barrier which was back behind the counter. I tried to get their attention which they ignored for a moment as they were also partying with people around them and in their laps. They finally noticed me and said something back but I couldn't hear them as they were behind the glass barrier. I spotted a map of the hotel on the wall to the right of the counter so went to check that out but it wasn't much help and was very confusing with no labels for anything. I left the party via another elevator and wandered around some more where it exited into the spa until I met this very cute girl with short blonde hair who worked in the spa. She agreed to take me to registration and so I followed her for a while and we actually went outside of the building, across part of the entry way to one of the side entrances and then back inside (at which point the hotel looked a lot like the Luxor with pyramids and Egyptian obelisks and stuff but it was no part of the Luxor I'm familiar with), but before we got to registration she stopped to talk to a friend at what looked like a library space in the middle of the corridor with lots of half-shelves full of books and seating and told me to keep going around the next corner as we were almost there. I offered to give her my number because I didn't want to lose track of her and would like to see her again and she agreed so I fished my green sharpie out of my pocket but it immediately ran out of ink. I then tried my green pen which had ink but then I somehow spit on the paper at the same time due to talking with my new braces which smeared the ink so that it was unreadable. She said something about the universe not wanting her to have my number and that she didn't think she could handle any more of that so then I began to leave but when I went to collect my bags which I had set on the floor right next to me I noticed that someone had stolen my bags while I was talking to her. Then I woke up, decided that dream was WAY too frustrating to go back to sleep to, and decided to stay awake.