I had a moment where I was watching two kids I used to live with. The boy was out of control and kept eating brussels cookies. The girl was well behaved.
I had to eventually take away the cookies (which he kept sneaking) and implemented some strict rules. Once those were in place (again) everything flowed smoothly and he was able to make sound decisions that didn't have disruptive consequences.
We stayed in a hotel that once inside transformed into a huge home with three bathrooms, two bedrooms and two to three entertainment quarters, with not nearly a big enough kitchen or dining area (imo). It was run down and I'm pretty sure Ive been there before in another dream. (Or it was a mashup of a couple places.) It needed to be cleaned badly. It was run by a cousin of mine (who lives in Medford). There was also a small group (3-5) of people squatting in a living room--or it was after a party. They were friendly and in the middle of a discussion. Though they stopped to say hello.
Once back in side the kitchen area I shaved my head down to its happy eighth of an inch. I felt much better. Although I had to go over it a few times, it wasn't perfect nor did it look like a hack job. I felt some sort of resolve rise, so that was nice.
Later I took the kids out, then I woke up.