dream_hotel epitome of incomprehensibility The staff mean to be helpful, but it's just too much. I don't want every framed picture I'm bringing individually wrapped. I don't want the earrings I made covered with pottery glaze and fired in a kiln - for some reason, this makes one earring hook white and the other black. Both were silver before. 250421 ... e_o_i The night before last. I'm at a conference, looking for a bathroom. I turn a corner into an opulent room with high ceilings that's decorated with colorful pictures of elephants in the style of an Indonesian batik. The walls look like marble. In my amazement, I forget my quest (so no haunted toilets to spark dream_conversations - that will be the next night). "If the hall leading to the washrooms is this fancy, what's the rest of the hotel like?" I wonder. I see a sign, a metal plaque on the wall: this hall is the Elephant Room. An apt designation. Then I see another sign printed and mounted on a sandwich board rising from the floor. The name "Trump" stands out. That sours me on the hotel; I presume the rest of it will be rich-looking but ill-made. And that's not exactly true - it's just that the rooms and rentable suites all have strange names. I AM impressed - some are larger than regular apartments and cost several thousand dollars. I want to both see them and write down their names. For the second goal, I get out a lined notepad I brought to the conference. I have some idea now that I'm dreaming and I won't be able to keep the paper I'm writing on once I stop dreaming. But then I think I'll be OK if I write fast enough. I do not write fast enough. The only suite name my waking mind remembers is the one that struck me as ungrammatical: "two Armenian small houses." "Typical," I think. "The Trump team is making fun of the size of another country's houses, but they can't get their adjectives in the right order." (I like how I assumed the Trump was Donald and that his prevailing fault is putting adjectives in the wrong order.) 250712 ... e_o_i edit: suites that cost several thousand dollars PER NIGHT. (Probably I got this idea from a Gazette article with pictures of hotel suites catering to Grand Prix guests: large, fancy, nice to look at but not worth staying in, IMO.) 250712 what's it to you? who go blather from