So I was in comfort suites when I dreamt this:

I am in the motel room. I suddenly hear a woman yelling that she is trapped and can't get out. She is a beautiful long haired brunette. I bolt out of bed and run down the halls. I see her yell out as the walls are closing in on her and she is literally swallowed by the motel. I hear children crying and screaming. I keep thinking there's a fire. I keep opening doors but they lead to other doors or are dead ends.

(This part is blurry) Then I run to the basement where there is some dead boy's bones. I put the bones together and make a relic to honor the dead boy and leave him in peace. Then I continue searching, I get to the elevator and (it is very realistic feeling) I keep seeing that I'm being fooled by the motel management to believe I am lost in this illusion. So I overcome the illusion by demanding the doors open and ascend to the outside. I get to the top of the motel and there are four or five clones of men in black type agents, one is sipping a drink by the pool. I feel so relieved by the sunlight and accomplished.

They barely acknowledge me but I feel a congratulated sense that I had won their mind game. The blond haired agent with sunglasses owned the motel. It was so surreal it's hard to describe. Like the motel was an analogy for dimensions within people. That life is kind of a game and people often win by instilling fear and control in others. The only way to win in this game is to realize the imposed barriers can be overcome by one's will alone and instinct. The odd feeling was upon waking I was in the same room, but the world was real--not an illusion or human imposed prison of sorts? That part creeped me out.