Dream ReportOctober 18, 2024By Melvin
I'm in a big, I guess it's a dormitory for a college or university. Has large interior spaces, three story atrium. I'm looking for my room. I have a dorm room, though I haven't been there for some time. I start floating. I go back and forth, float up the stairs, come up to the top where there seems to be a women's wing, though it's all fairly close together. They don't seem to mind. I'm up at the third level and float along back towards the men's. A big space. I'm up near the ceiling.
I rise up inside the atrium to the third level. I have a conversation with a guy. He wants to know what it's like to fly. I say it's all right, but sometimes people think it would be clever to catch you. He says, oh, it is possible? I say, yeah, you can be, certain circumstances. I really don't like it.
I find what I believe is my room, room 8. It's locked and I don't have a key. I can look in through a window by rising up and looking down, and I see the room is occupied. There's nobody there, but someone has moved in. I realize that I had never made arrangements to have a room for the current semester, and I'm shit out of luck. I'd had one the previous semester but not this one. I'm sure it's room 8. There aren't that many rooms. Room 7 is also occupied.
I don't have a place to sleep that night. I am enrolled in classes. I'm hungry, and there's nothing and nowhere to eat. It's after hours. Cafeteria is closed. I float around. There are a lot of dishes and platters sitting out with the remains of meals on them. I contemplate eating some of it. I cruise along, still floating. There's a spot along the edge of the mezzanine where you can look down at the lower levels. There's a dog there, and some food that looks more appealing than most. So I land. The dog is a little uncertain about me. I start poking at the food and offer the dog some. I don't actually say anything. The dog is some kind of german shepherd and husky mix, german shepherd color.
At some point I have a conversation with a guy who is someone I know well, slightly reminiscent of Anthony G. I tell him how I got my MA in '84, and worked on a tugboat or the like. When I retired I had all this time to fill, so started taking classes at the local community classes. I say I should have audited them, as I turned in very little work and didn't take the finals, but I didn't care. Now I'm in this program and I should really apply myself, but I don't. I regret not keeping up.
Outside. It's starting to get dark. I don't have a room. My concern about food is over, even though I didn't eat anything. I wonder where I'm going to sleep. I don't know what to do, but then I see a covered area for camping out. I think I'll land there. I have a conversation with a woman. There's a couch across the away at the edge of a field, like a soccer pitch. The grass is not as well kept as that, though, a little unkempt. Should have been mown some time ago. The couch, she tells me, is sentient. It's alive in some manner. Couches like that are great time wasters. It'll tell you things, talk to you, want to know things. I say, does it speak, or use mindspeak. She says no. I get that it communicates telepathically. Something earlier in the dream implied sexual, erotic, something with theses couches. I wonder if the couch would wake up when I laid down in it and want to have sex. I wonder if it's alien somehow, and how would you have intercourse with a couch?
But then there's a bed in the covered area, and I think I'll sleep there. It's open air, but under cover. Apparently the bed is just a bed, and does not have the issues the couch has.Note#3217a
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