Hotel

I dreamed I was driving and approached a city, perhaps midtown or lower side, and sought and found a hotel. I knew I was there for a job, I was to stay in the hotel until I could find a place to live. I walked in it was very nice, with an open reception area kind of like a bank, there were columns and the decor was dark in browns and gold. I checked in, they gave me a mag card and I went to my room, which was down a passage behind the reception area, through some hallways and on the back part of the hotel, near a door. I went in and it was very nice in browns and greens, pretty plush with a very nice desk and a computer already in there. I left to do something and realized I'd left the mag key in the room so I went to the reception desk and got another. I had forgotten my room number so I had to try all the doors on the floor until I got to mine. In the process I'd broken the master pass key. In one of the other rooms there was a typewriter and some paper in there and nothing else, very significant. I made it to my room and retrieved my key and turned it over and the room number was on there and it read 34 and I committed to memory I was in room 34 so I wouldn't forget again. I went into my room and sat down at the computer, I think I was writing, then realized I could log onto the internet. I was torn between logging on and not logging on because I didn't know if it would cost me. I was awakened at this point by my dog wanting water. When I fell back to sleep, I was back in the same dream, but was in a cafeteria or cafe connected to the hotel. There were hundreds of tables though the room was sparsely peopled, white linen tablecloths on all the tables, I seemed to be enjoying myself. Then I was awakened by the phone.