dreamt of getting an absurdly large hotel room (like it was a wing of the building) and trying to find my subroom and discovering that all the stairways lead to tight squeezes on the third floor or second. most places up there a human could just about get to without getting to a point of no return, if they were thinner than me and better at crawling on their bellies. but the hotel, as I only knew at this point in the dream, had been built for aliens... I kept exploring, trying to find a way to the fourth floor, when a giant space pirate guy who'd been trailing me stopped me and told me to stop snooping around. I told him I was just trying to get up and ended up examining the accessibility of the building and was thinking about taking my concerns to management. He laughed and said "Upper management, eh? You see, Frank is in charge here, but he might be willing to humor you...." A pause... "He's on the fifth floor."
