Last night I dreamt that Scott and I were at the Inn when 8 Hasidic Jews came to check-in. When we opened the door, they were all standing there in their black suits and curly sideburns, smoking cigarettes. I told them there was no smoking on the property and they laughed and blew smoke in my face. I got mad and started yelling at them. They just laughed and danced around, smoking their cigarettes. Then the owner of the Inn came and was annoyed because I had a bottle of vodka on the desk and I was mean to the Hasids.