I find myself in a hotel. The hotel consists of one large structure shaped like a ring and numerous small buildings running along side it that contain five hotel rooms each. Between the clusters of hotel rooms and the ring is a thirty foot long garden with a small, curvy foot path linking the two.
Curious about the ring, I go inside it and explore. There is nothing exciting about it. There is one large reception hall followed by another. In one room a band is setting up while people are putting up decorations, in another room people are mingling around tables of food, and in another room things weren't much different than the latter.
I manage to annoy one or two people while cutting through these rooms, so I decide to explore outside. It is a mild summer night. I hear people in a nearby pool but I can't see them; the pool is surrounded by trees, bushes, and a fence made of brick and wrought iron.
Then, I awake from this dream. Well, kinda.
I awake into sleep paralysis. I can open my blurry eyes enough to see my yellow painting ladder in the corner of my bedroom, but I cannot move. This happens every few months and lasts about thirty seconds; it's of no concern to me. One or two minutes pass... mild annoyance turns to mind concern.
I go back inside the hotel. While exploring I recall seeing some switches at the exit that leads to my hotel room. I walk around the ring and find the exit. Sure enough, there are switches and one of them is labeled 'slow time in room'. I turn it off and go to my hotel room.
Then, again, I awake from this dream. This time I can get out of bed.