“He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.”
— Ernest Hemingway (The Old Man and the Sea)”

No me lo puedo creer, este hotel existe, está en Marsella y se llama Attrap' Reve (atrapa el sueño).

No sabéis cuántas veces me pregunto si esto podría ser científicamente posible...