Ghostly hotel

I absolutely love ghostly and scary old houses, especially hotels.
I would never dare to live in one, but to visit such a place - oh, the joy!
My brain must be warning me to do this, since it gave me this uncomfortable dream:


I dreamt that my family and I were on a trip to London, and had arrived to a very old and dusty hotel. All the colours were dark red, brown or fake gold.
I remember a certain picture of my family and I standing in an open elevator, all wearingg late 30's clothing - nothing fashionable, just the ordinary just-below-the-middleclass-style - all of us with a dazzled and confused look in our eyes.

There were cobwebs everywhere.

Upstairs our room, there was an attic, and in that small and dark attic lived dosens of pidgeons, and a small boy. I played games with him, and found out that he had run away from home or somewhere else, and lived with the pidgeons now, who seemed to have had adopted him as one of their own. I started to think of him as 'the pigeon boy'.

The director of the hotel was a very old, grumpy man who was always wearing an Edwardian tailored suit. I remember most one scene, where all of us being very hungry, went down to the lobby to ask where to buy some breakfast.
We were met by the director, who refused to sell us any breakfast. Suddenly, my tiny littlesister asks "But Mister, it doesn't have to be breakfast, any food will do!" This made him so angry that he yelled at us all for being rude, and he then tossed my sister across the floor.

Then I woke up.