2007-10-23 - 3:42 a.m.
I keep dreaming I live in hotels. Usually I am not actually inhabiting the hotel yet; I am walking into the lobby or in elevators or hanging about corridors while waiting to get inside my room. Sometimes I am there as part of a mass relocation project and people I used to know are in line with me, sometimes I am alone, sometimes I am with other students.
I had forgotten most of my hotel dreams until just now, as I was trying and failing to fall asleep. Somehow this going to live in a hotel thing and my inability to feel comfortable in my own bed are linked together. Like I am not supposed to be here, like I am already on my way to somewhere else.