I had a weird dream last night.

I was in a hotel room and these Mexicans were cleaning up blood and shit stains on the carpet with vodka. I was like, why the hell am I paying for a hotel room that just had a horrible murder in it, while realizing you would only shit yourself if you were being tortured. Why are these Mexicans just casually covering this up right in front of me? Then this gypsy looking dude walks out of the closet non-chalantly like trying to convince me and the 2 retards with me that everything is cool. So I start getting pissed off like any King of something would do. Then the dream segways into like an asshole detective on a lead trying to find a serial killer.

Wtf?