I had a dream about Vegas last night. Really got my mouth watering for my next trip in October. Wondering if anyone else dreams about Vegas regularly? Anyway. I arrived at about 5PM and went to the new 'man v chicken' restauraunt in the Stratosphere (note - doesn't actually exist), whilst I waited for the 6PM (!) check in time. Having had a view of an air vent during my last trip (in real life) so it has been on my mind to request a high floor next time. I checked in and went over to the elevators. I go inside and realise I don't have any idea which floor I'm on. o I look at the folder that you get with the key cards, and it said 'Basement - floor 1'. Now, I'm no high roller but I'm not spending a week in the basement. So I march back over to reception and make it very clear that if they can't get me a room with a view I'm taking my business to the Plaza (?!). The clerk looks flustered and says he will get my host Adrian. I state that my host is actually Miss X (my real life host). Turns out she is on vaccation so Adrian will have to do. Adrian comes over and says to me 'follow me Vladamir I'll find something for you.' On the walk, he makes it clear I am getting one of the best suites in the place (one of the ones with a sign outside it explaining exactly what suite it is, for example 'Presidential Suite'). I ask whether the maid is trustworthy, as I need to ensure my pet Guinea Pig (who has suddenly appeared) will be safe. In real life I don't usually take Guinea Pigs on 13 hour flights, nor do I actually own one. Unfortunately I don't get to see inside the suite as my alarm goes off for work as we approach it. Anyone else have odd dreams about Vegas?