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Dreaming of College Housing
Nov. 14th, 2015 05:28 amOh crap, it's 5 AM! What the heck am I doing up this early?
Oh yeah, I'm on a panel at my college taking about my experiences after getting a chemistry degree.
Well, that would explain the dream I had last night. I was back in college waiting to find out my dorm assignment. Why it was not assigned before I got there, I have no idea. So while I was worrying, I ended up in a girl's dorm and each of them was figuring out where their rooms were too. Each would move into a room, hopefully they'd get to stay there. Oddly, they were not shocked to see me there.
Eventually, it got late and it took forever for me to get out of the maze-like dorm. As I was walking back to my dorm, I saw a couple of girls trapped in a plexi-glass bus booth. They weren't stuck in there because of the doors, but because of the angry crowds that wanted to mob them for protesting something stupid on campus. I never quite got the reason, but I happily walked away.
The last thing I recalled in the dream was seeing a billboard car driving around with a sign from one of the college students. It read something like "Dad, I'm okay, but call the dorm so I can get my insulin." It didn't give a name or anything, or a number, so I wondered how that was going to work. I gave the student props for an inventive way to get in touch with his dad though.
And then I woke up. At 5 AM. On a Saturday. Ugh.
Oh yeah, I'm on a panel at my college taking about my experiences after getting a chemistry degree.
Well, that would explain the dream I had last night. I was back in college waiting to find out my dorm assignment. Why it was not assigned before I got there, I have no idea. So while I was worrying, I ended up in a girl's dorm and each of them was figuring out where their rooms were too. Each would move into a room, hopefully they'd get to stay there. Oddly, they were not shocked to see me there.
Eventually, it got late and it took forever for me to get out of the maze-like dorm. As I was walking back to my dorm, I saw a couple of girls trapped in a plexi-glass bus booth. They weren't stuck in there because of the doors, but because of the angry crowds that wanted to mob them for protesting something stupid on campus. I never quite got the reason, but I happily walked away.
The last thing I recalled in the dream was seeing a billboard car driving around with a sign from one of the college students. It read something like "Dad, I'm okay, but call the dorm so I can get my insulin." It didn't give a name or anything, or a number, so I wondered how that was going to work. I gave the student props for an inventive way to get in touch with his dad though.
And then I woke up. At 5 AM. On a Saturday. Ugh.