I'm done traveling

My dreams of late have been quite interesting. I previously described how I fell in a hole and woke my wife. Last week I again woke her becuase of a dream that came to life. I was chasing monkeys (I think this has something to do with all the monkeys we saw in Costa Rica). When I tried to chase the monkeys away I started to imitate the noise of 'howler monkeys'. My imitation was not confined to my dream, I woke both myself and my wife with my grunting.
That's not the end of the dreams though. This morning I had such a disturbing dream that I had difficulty going back to sleep. Everytime I started to drift off I would realize I was just extending the dream and I didn't want to. So I would wake up, wait a bit, and then try once again to fall asleep and dream of something new. You wouldn't think that a dream where I get to go to Hawaii could be bad, but you don't know my dreams.

My dream:
I got to go to Hawaii with a high school friend. I didn't tell my wife I was going until just prior to departure so that she would not make me feel guilty for not taking her. In hindsite, this was not a good idea. When reserving hotels for the trip I chose the more economically priced room, but my friend upgraded (waste of money I thought). When we got to the hotel, we checked in and found my friends room, a huge room with a beautiful view. I was thinking how great this trip was going to be. We then went to locate my room. After searching for some time we finally realized that my room was an interior room just off the main cafeteria of the hotel, so there would be noise at all hours of the day/night. Not to mention it was about the size of a large closet - barely room to walk beside the bed and I am not entirely sure there was even a bathroom. This was ridiculous, so I went to the front desk to get a new room. They offered me a new room, but I thought it a little odd that the room number was 'C138' and that someone was going to have to take me to it. The hotel was on the harbor and as we walked along the waterfront I thought I was going to get a good room, that was until the bellboy stopped and lifted a manhole looking cover, dropped my bag down, and started to climbing. I decided the 'C' in the room number stood for cellar. We got to the room and although getting down the ladder was going to get black dust on my each trip and the room was again quite small, it did have a wonderful view. The peaceful water came right up to the bottom of the window providing a wonderful view out the window. I got unpacked and a few friends who were also in the area came to take a look out my window, as I had talked up the wonderful view. As we stood looking out the window, the water seemed to be rising, then coming in the window. Soon the room was flooded and we couldn't get out of the room. Then the floor and outer wall broke free from the building and we were floating in the ocean (still standing on the floor of my room). Somehow the chunk of floor and wall that we were grasping to managed to be washed up to shore. So I lost my luggage and everything else that I didn't have in my pockets. At the front desk of the hotel I explained what happened and that I would need a new room (expected to be compensated for my problems). They put me back in the closet that had originally assigned me, despite my efforts to look pitiful and argue for an upgrade. The rest of the trip was not much better, but is a little sketchy in details.
I've decided that I will not be going to Hawaii anytime soon. Already took one trip there and it was a disaster. Not to mention I was in trouble with my wife when I got home. I guess I will at least invite her to go on the next trip.