Another hotel dream. A common theme in my dreams is that I’m lost in a labyrinthine hotel. Once I leave my hotel room, I usually cannot find it again as I’ve either forgotten my room number or the architecture of the building wefts to prevent my return. Last night I had a special passkey that gave me access to every door. I’m not sure I was even staying at the hotel.

In another dream a man was trying to find the landing site of a UFO. Some kids had moved it into their garage. There was a brief documentary about how the interior of the garage came to be decorated with various white trash crap stop signs advertising t-shirts, whiskey and fried chicken. The sequence had been filmed in stop motion, beginning with the empty garage and slowly adding each sign to the walls and ceiling.