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TL;DR

I had a dream about not being able to find the bathroom in a hotel run by a bunch of REALLY devoted Shakespeare fans.

BONUS

After I woke up, I realized that the first hymn they were singing was reminiscent of the song the boys' choir sings in The Bishop's Wife, which I was watching while putting up the Christmas tree the other day. So that's probably where that came from.

I finished up in the bathroom, snuck out, and got out of there while they were in the middle of the next song.

The end.

(14/14)

The answer?

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

Don't ask me how they fit the name into the song, because I don't remember, but yes, the members of this "cult" were actually just a bunch of English literature nerds who idolicized William Shakespeare.

(13/?)

There are no instruments, just voices. And thanks to the acoustics in the restroom, it's practically deafening. It sounds like some kind of old hymn. As the choir gets to the chorus, it occurs to me that I might finally discover who or what this weird cult is worshipping. (12/?)

I lock the door behind me and sit down. As soon as my butt hits the toilet seat, I hear someone call the meeting to order. (Why are they having a meeting in a restroom? Idk, dream logic.)

While I'm in the middle of using the bathroom, the whole group breaks into song. (11/?)

She pointed to a doorway and said, "oh, the restroom is right through there." Sure enough, I can see the stalls.

Thank God, I finally found it.

Inside, I find a whole group of people just standing around chatting. I weave through them and make a beeline for the nearest stall.
(10/?)

The next door I went through opened to a sort of nursery/daycare where employees could bring their young children. A staff member who was nursing her baby asked if I was there for the meeting. I said yes, but I really needed to use the bathroom first. (9/?)

At this point, I suspected that this hotel was run by some kind of cult, but that was only a secondary concern, because I REALLY needed to use the bathroom and I still hadn't found it. So I started running.

"Glad to have you as part of the family!"

"Always nice to meet a fellow believer."

"Welcome, sister."

(7/?)

Of course, none of the doors were marked, so I just started to poke around, hoping I'd find the right one eventually. In the process, I ran into a few other employees, each one increasingly strange. I kept up the pretense that I was a new hire, and their comments got more and more unsettling. (6/?)

Eventually, I found my way into an employee-only area, and someone mistook me for a new hire. She excitedly welcomed me into "the fold." I played along and asked if she could direct me to the restroom. She pointed and said, "right down that hall." (5/?)

I wandered through this labyrinth of a hotel for what felt like forever, stepping through countless dark, heavy wooden doors only to be met with another hallway filled with even more doors. Occasionally, I stepped into an empty room. I stumbled upon the Presidential suite, also empty. (4/?)

I found the men's restroom right away and kept walking down the hall, figuring the women's one would be close by.

It was not. All I saw were a bunch of unmarked doorways. So I picked one and went through it, hoping it would lead me in the right direction.
(3/?)

There was an old hotel/restaurant nearby, so I figured I would duck in and use their restroom. I confidently walked through the restaurant area, figuring the bathrooms would be towards the back. (2/?)