I dreamed I lived in a hotel. A huge, maze-like, classically decorated hotel. I was trying to get to my room and I knew the floor and number. However, no matter how hard I tried I could never find it. I took the elevator to my floor, but for some reason it would take me to the wrong floor. I asked a staff member how to get there, and I followed her through a door and a staircase, but still I wasn’t able to get to my room. I was overtaken by a feeling of discomfort and anxiety.
Rio de Janeiro