Feeling Sluggish?

So here's the latest in my semi-regular series of Fellini-esque dreams: My husband and I were trapped in a post-Apocalyptic nightmare set in a $3,000-a-night suite located in a high arch connecting two halves of a plush and elegant hotel somewhere in Dubai. Whatever it was that plunged our world into survival mode had turned the rococo lobbies and garishly ornate fixtures into amorphous purple and black blobs that were eerily backlit with yellow and from which billows of pink steam arose. Walls were liquid-y, and nothing was as it appeared. We were able to jump 20 and 30 feet at a time, but often were suspended in midair like video-game characters on a computer that needs upgrading.