Through the Portal

Last night I dreamed that I passed through a portal into another world, but it turned out to be just like this one only uglier and worse. I spent a long time trying to find my way out of an enormous gravel parking lot full of tractor-trailers, some long abandoned; I understood that this belonged to a criminal overlord who had not yet noticed me but would be unhappy if he did. Then I was in a giant hotel complex, endless red-carpeted hallways and giant banqueting halls with lots of semi-robotic staff in uniforms but no guests.

I need a better dream life.