10/17-10/18/11
I woke up, realized I was once again dreaming about a hotel, and decided not to write down the details. I vaguely remember my wife working as a waitress, and a strange unisex bathroom.
I’m really sick of dreaming about hotels. I know it’s subconscious guilt about not having a job. I would be happy to go the rest of my life without working at another fucking hotel.