If your idea of charming décor is Laura Ashley-meets-Home…read moreShopping-Network-meets-angel-tchotchkes-and-artificial-flowers, then the Dream Catcher Inn is the place for you, especially if you're looking for an innkeeper with serious control issues (think Martha Stewart on a *very* grumpy day). For us, the overall feeling of the Dream Catcher was that our presence was a grudgingly tolerated (they'd taken our money, after all) imposition. Sure, the place is super "cute" and super clean (to within an inch of its life), but don't come looking for human warmth. At these prices, meanwhile, there is absolutely no excuse not to offer wireless service (the Inn has a website, so there's obviously internet connectivity in the building); and the refusal to provide a bag check (we showed up 4 hours before the extremely late 4pm check-in) is unpardonable. Note: we weren't asking to check-in, just to leave bags somewhere so we wouldn't have to take all of our belongings into Zion, where you are required to park in a distant lot and ride the shuttle. No dice; couldn't be done. I imagine we were the first guests in the entire history of the Dream Catcher ever to make such an outrageous request (and she certainly seemed offended by my bringing it up -- in fact, there is essentially no flexibility at the Dream Catcher about *anything*; do it like the Fraulein says do it, or the answer is either no or, "Yes, grudgingly, and we'll be charging you extra for that." Truly, it's obnoxious). Oh and P.S. - they don't take cards; it's cash or nothing. (And sure, every dime is surely being reported to the IRS.) Meanwhile, you'll need to make breakfast reservations (and if the time you'd like isn't available, tough -- no flexibility, remember?); the breakfast itself is certainly well prepared but hardly generous, and the sorbet/fruit granita glop that they so proudly offer to accompany the waffles is foul. There's also a bit of a rush because the next shift is coming in -- no dallying at the D.C. breakfast table, kids. We only saw the room we were in, of course, but it's fairly clear that the pictures (at least of that room) on the website are misleading: it's a smallish room, and the photographer was standing either well out in the hallway or in the closet to give the sense of spaciousness that the photo conveys. Finally, before you book here, think about whether you're really "Dream Catcher" material. Our room was decorated with a painting of the Mormon temple in Salt Lake City (if you're a gay couple, that's a little like being a black couple and finding a portrait of the Imperial Wizard on your bedroom wall). Our breakfast company was a high-up executive for a major health insurance company and his stay-at-home-wife. Her conversation included the irresistibly charming story of how, last time she was in Italy, she spent $1400 on a Fendi purse (show of covering her husband's ears when she mentioned the price) but, giggle giggle, isn't it ironic, she actually didn't find it all that practical and now uses her $20 purse instead. His opening gambit at breakfast: How about that Facebook IPO? That's not the Dream Catcher's fault, but those are the Dream Catcher's people. If you're not one of them, you're just going to find this place annoying, if not downright insulting.