I dreamed that I had traveled to this place where there were no hotel rooms and I needed a place to sleep. They were therefore putting people up in college dorm rooms. So I stood in this line to get set up with one and there was massive red tape to even talk to someone. When I did, they wanted to put me in a room that I shared with some college kid. When I told them that would not fly, they went through a bunch more red tape to get me a single room. It was to be in this building named after a terrible World War II dictator, so I asked them about that. They claimed some people had sued them over rights violations and that they therefore were compelled to name the hall after the dictator. So they finally set me up with a room, and I was feeling relieved that I would finally get to relax and get some sleep. I went to that hall and took this elevator up to the top of the building. It was one of those glass elevators outside the building where you could see everything as you ride up. It was really scary. I went up, but I couldn't find my room. So I went back down and got back in the line and asked where my room was. They said it was a basement room and I needed to take the basement elevator. So I did that and knew that my room was in section A1. However, when I got there, I could only find sections like B3, C1, etc. I could not find A1. So I went back upstairs and complained. They took me down in the elevator and then showed me to a door that lead to an indoor parking garage and it was labeled A1. Instead of cars there, they had sheets hanging up, dividing it up making little "room" areas. In each one there was an old Army cot. They showed me to one of those and told me that was my room. I got really upset and aid that that wasn't a proper room to pay for and sleep in. The dude accused me of being an entitled, spoiled-rotten brat. I demanded to talk with his supervisor. At this point I woke up. Is anyone here good at interpreting dreams? What do you make of this?