Adultivity

In the dream, when we got to Vegas, we stopped at a diner and I asked the waiter for a coke but he brought me a diet coke. When I asked for a regular coke again, he sighed, annoyed, and grabbed a half-empty can that someone was drinking from at another table! 

While we ate, I realized that I hadn't thought out the plan very well. We didn't have hotel reservations (on New Year's Eve!) and now we were going to have to drive around and find a place with a vacancy. To top it off, I only had $80 to cover everything: gas, food, hotel and drinks! I texted my mom to see if she could send me some money but she didn't respond. I really didn't want Reynier to know that I had left L.A. with no money and would probably not be able to split all the expenses with him. 

As we were leaving the restaurant, the same guy who gave me someone else's soda handed me one of those fat travel guidebooks for Vegas. Dream Reynier and I headed out to the car and started looking for a hotel that was reasonably priced. After a lot of time spent reading the guidebook, we found a place and checked in. The dream hotel was Maxim (in real life, I stayed there once when I was very young) but it didn't look like Maxim. It was super luxurious with chandeliers in every room. It was around 4 in the afternoon when we made it to the room and I was exhausted from driving and searching all day so I plopped down on the bed and fell asleep. 

When I woke up it was dark and I could see the lights of the strip outside the window. I didn't see Dream Reynier anywhere in the room so I checked in the bathroom. He was filling the bathtub. He seemed to be upset and was saying he needed to relax. Dream Reynier was really upset that we had to share a hotel with other people! I didn't understand at first and thought maybe we had to share the bathroom with an adjoining room. He explained that we weren't sharing the bathroom, but we had to share the halls, the casino, the vending machines, and the arcade! Needless to say, Dream Reynier was getting a little crazy. I felt so bad that I had suggested we go to Vegas. I felt that I should have known that Reynier would hate it. I went to the window and looked outside and saw the pool and hot tub. I asked Dream Reynier if he wanted to go swimming but there was no answer. I went to look for him, but he was gone. 

Then I woke up. 

When I woke up, I was soooo relieved to be home and not in Vegas with a missing, crazy Dream Reynier!