Knocking

I am in a hotel, checking in. Go to the front desk to pick up my keys and they tell me I am in room 135. There is not a lot of people in the lobby. I get into an elevator for the first floor. Why I needed to get on an elevator, no idea. So I am in a hallway looking at all the plaques on the walls in front of all the doors for my room number. The numbers are not in any sort of order, but they do all start with one. Then I realize, there is way too many people hanging out in the hall. I finally get to my door, use the actual key, not a key card, open the door, and something just does not feel right. The lights are on, I barely peek my head in and I just have a bad feeling. The coat rack is knocked over. So I decide to go back to the front desk. I turn around and there is still a lot of people in the hallway, just sort of milling about. In all my time in hotels, there is never been this many people in the hotel hallway, not even on Spring Break. Then I am taking a closer look at the people... and they are definitely zombies. But they are not attacking me, like zombies are traditionally known to do. So I wonder... am I a zombie? And then I realize that if I am having any cognizant thoughts at all, I must not be a zombie. But why are not they attacking me? ::shrug:: So I get to the elevator, and someone else is in there with me, not a zombie. I look for the button for the 8th floor and realize that it is already lit. A bunch of numbers are lit. Then the elevator doors close, and I am on the Tower of Terror at Disney. We are flying up and down and I notice there is someone in the corner operating the elevator. Looks evil. But smiles? Anyway. I realize that this is a ride at a theme park, thank the operator, and get out of the elevator. I think I am in my bedroom at my parents; house. Or the guest room. Anyway, I have been watching a lot of Charmed recently. Piper is in my room. I am super attracted to her in my dream. We are all smiley and giggly. I lean in to her and say, "I really, really like you!" And I remember thinking, girl is totally straight, what the fuck am I even doing? But what the hell, I will tell her anyway, what is the worst that can happen? So we start kissing and everything's cool. Then she is not there anymore, I am still in the room and in my hands is a magazine open to an article about Japanese sex dolls, and what they all do, and rating them 1-10 and giving a description, etc. I am perplexed and sort of disgusted by this. Then I throw the magazine down and walk out of the room, and someone comes out of the other room. I look at the wall and make a comment about how the decals look good there. There were some tribal sort of decals on the wall, and they really did not look good there at all come to think of it. ANYWAY!