Noctixmo found the building and entered. The inside lobby was majestic and elegantly shaped. He headed up some stairs to a balcony above reception and found an elevator. He examined his key, "FLR30 R03" and took a moment to suss what that meant.

"Floor thirty? Room... Three." He nodded and stepped into the elevator. Some, albeit very few of these contraptions worked back home. He examined the keypad and punched in the "30" button. As the elevator ascended he turned around and examined himself in the mirror. He seemed himself, nothing different. Usually, reflections in dreams were distorted. He noticed he had some dirt on his face and arms. Like he had just been plucked out of his everyday life. The elevator came to his floor with a distinctive ding. He was on the top floor. Noctixmo headed down the hall and found his room. Room 3, VIP class. He placed the key in the lock and turned, opening the door.

...Huh

He was in possibly the nicest apartment (though in his world, that may not have been hard to top) he had ever seen. The living room connected to the kitchen through which he noticed a minibar. Walking over and examining it, he found bottles of several different liquors. He took a bottle of what seemed like aged whiskey and unscrewed the lid. He opened the freezer and found some ice, picked up a glass and put a few cubes in. He filled it with whiskey and sat on a chair beside the window, sipping.

I'll get back to you. Don't worry.