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I seem to dream around 3 am,

Or at least waking then briefly

To take of things that are necessary

I Remember.

Last night I was staying in a strange hotel

With small rooms

There was a concert or a rave going on

We will say festival.

The rooms were small like locker.

Some were just beds that rolled out when you opened the door

A little like a morgue.

Others you walked into.

Simple with a small bed.

Some had a bath behind a partition.

anyway I kept forgetting which room was mine.

And the desk wouldn’t tell me

And the keys would open any door

(This seems like maybe this isn’t such a great hotel?

But it didn’t bother me at the time)

So I opened the door or several people trying to find my own.

And I felt badfor disturbing them.

There was also a cafeteria not unlike the college cafeteria where I went to school.

In the hotel.

I got some sausages and chips and something else I can’t quite remeber

And i couldn’t find my friends to eat with so I sat alone.

The color scheme was beige.

That’s about all I can remember.

Strange dream.

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