Rory's Dream

He’s there in some metropolitan area. Indefinable, but the rough outline of the city’s architecture is there. Sloped buildings that he can’t see the top of, rain coming off them like waterfalls. Always rain in this dream, which was a reoccurring one.
But he’s in one of these buildings, and it’s a hotel. It’s a hotel with at least two giant clear elevator shafts. Maybe there are four. The hotel has somewhere between thirty and forty floors.
He’s there with a bunch of classmates, but none of them from a particular school or time period. They’re all mish mashed together, all at some general age, and they show up in each different dream scene to highlight something about that particular period in Rory’s life.
He’s got his own room in the hotel, and he orders room service. His parents are at the hotel. Sometimes he has lunch with them in the restaurant there.
He runs around from room to room, goofing around with his most random friends, doing drugs in the hotel stairwell. Sometimes he leaves the hotel. Once he was lost in an abandoned subway train station and couldn’t find his friend that he had gone exploring there with. Once they found each other, they found a ride back to the hotel in the back of a truck. The truck, with generous leg room and no scenery to distract, was the new vehicle used for bus service.
Every morning that Rory woke up from a dream at the hotel, he wanted to go back, and he knew that no such hotel would ever be constructed.
This was one of those mornings.