The disembodied

I was in that dream with my sister, the hotel was mustard color, it had beautiful plants.

I was inside and outside at the same time, inside the hotel was more gloomy, in fact, its walls were gray, there were emergency doors to the stairs and the elevators did not work

Although the windows looked nice outside, inside they looked boarded up...it was a nice day outside.

My sister and I were looking for something with a ruckus, inside the hotel, we went up the stairs and, suddenly, there was the disembodied, coming out of a room... it was a man, elegantly dressed. He knew and I also knew that he was not in this plane.