dream theater, day 3

Sure enough, vivid dreams in the last hour or so of sleep. I was in a fancy suite in a hotel that had the potential to be even fancier; there was some talk about how my friend, her husband, her children, and her parents were going to get home from some event, and eventually it turned out the best thing was for the friend (and the husband?) and the kids to stay in the hotel with me, which probably meant activating the extra room; it was very nice, except for the nest of mysterious bugs up in the eaves, which someone from the hotel said she'd send an exterminator right away; an old co-worker of mine was buying everyone a round of drinks in the kitchen; a second soprano from my chorus and I got into a very nice conversation about living in England, which (in the dream) she had done between the ages of about nine and nineteen.