We arrive in Haiti, only to be immediately escorted to a hotel, in which we are forbidden to turn on the lights once we reach our room. Oddly, I'm okay with that. We climb into bed, and as I drift off to sleep, Sasquatch suddenly opens the sliding glass door from the patio and peeks in. I scream, he runs off, I go to the door to see where he's going. I lose sight of him, so I casually go back to bed. Gary is still just laying there in bed, soundly asleep. Typical. I can't seem to fall back asleep because the air conditioner is cranked up and freezing me out. I get up to turn it down, only to awaken, in real life, standing in the hallway trying to adjust the thermostat.
Weird weird dream I tell you. Also, my first experience with sleepwalking.