From Edgar Allan Poe to Christopher Nolan, countless artists and philosophers have explored the concept of "a dream within a dream", which kind of sucks for them, because they could've been exploring the concept of a sexy bikini rooftop hotel party within a dream. Succeed where they failed, by doing NYC right for a weekend at the Dream Downtown hotel.
The Meatpacking District's newest ode to oontz-worthy opulence, this 5-star, 316-roomer's got it all:
The Beach: Sip Mai Tais from the beach club whilst lounging in a private cabana on their sand-covered deck before cannonballing into a 50ft heated pool whose glass bottom is visible from the lobby, which is where all the guests check out...your butt!
The Eats: Because there's no rule about eating thirty minutes after you swim, elegantly stuff your gullet at either the Top Chef-helmed steak joint, Marble Lane, or the recently unveiled, 65-seat "high concept" Romera, which's pioneering "neurogastronomy" via 11-course tasteventures designed to "nourish the mind and awaken the senses".
The Club: Cap off things off late-night at PH-D (Penthouse at Dream), a beat-thumping roof lounge that pimps glass walls, expansive views of Midtown, and decor described as "early '80s excess" with a "hangover from the disco era", also what you know you have when you wake up and the room is not only spinning, but also shooting reflective light beams.
The Rooms: Everything's all loft-inspired and mod-chic, with oversized porthole windows, bathrobes that can be monogrammed before arrival, and luxurious feather beds with goose-down pillows so comfortable that even just lying down for a moment will -- no, stop, don't do it! Did you not read the part about the sexy beach cabana clubbing?!?