Three separate dreams, three nights running, about buildings.
Dream 1: I go into a large convention center. I know it is at a college or university, but I don’t recognize it (in waking time). In dream time, I know it is my school. Apparently I am a student there. I go into the lobby and it is empty.There is green indoor/outdoor carpet that looks like astroturf. I’m exasperated because they’ve taken the tables down and I’ve missed registration. I storm out.
Time passes and I come in again. I don’t know why, since registration (for what?) is over, but I do, and I go through the archway and I am in a library. A very large, very well-stocked, modern library. This must be a top tier school to have a library like this, with lots of modern art and gleaming chrome and skylights letting the light play on the carpet (no astroturf here).
I notice in the back there is a door to another room and I go in. It’s the graduate library! Why did I not know this was here? I am trying to find a book. I have the call number, and can remember seeing the numbers in my dream, but can’t remember them now (lots of 9s and 0s–so that would make it history or computer science. It’s Dewey Decimal, not Library of Congress). I am trying to find the shelf where the book is. It should be to my left, but as I go down the row, the shelf runs into the wall–and the numbering starts off at the beginning.
Now where the hell would that book be? I think. I realize off to my right is a beautiful old fashioned oak staircase. There is another skylight, and the sunlight is playing off the highly polished rail of the staircase. I think, The book must be upstairs! So I go to the staircase–and it does not come all the way to the floor! It comes down from next to the skylight, and about halfway down there is a landing where the stairs turn toward me. They come down and stop on top of a radiator case. Someone has placed an old captain’s chair up against the radiator so that they can use it as a step stool to get onto the first step. I think about climbing on it and realize I have on a dress. I think I should probably wait until I have a chance to come back in something that will not reveal my panties.
Dream 2: One of the women I work with has moved into the old rat trap house I lived in when I was in college. I am there, in the living room, as she is talking to her son. I think, Why on earth would anyone buy this hellhole? It’s so rundown it’s on the verge of being condemned. In the real world, the owner has been trying to sell this house for two years and no one will touch it.
I’m starting to walk toward the room where my roommate stayed when I realize the secret room is still there (there was no secret room in real life, but when I dream of the house, in my dreams, there are secret rooms. Some kind of interdimensional portal? Who knows.). I peek in and realize all the stuff my cousin stashed in the secret room is still there. I think, I have to track her down and tell her before they find the room and throw all her stuff out.
Dream 3: I am in the apartment where we lived right before we moved into this house. There is still a lot of my stuff there. I am surprised because I know someone moved in there right after we moved out. Apparently they have moved out and my stuff is now there. My mom is there and freaking out. How can you be storing stuff here when you don’t live here? How do you have a key when you turned it it? Can anyone get in here? People are going to steal your stuff.
I tell her it’s okay and I’ll start loading stuff in the car. I don’t seem concerned about this, but I have no idea why my stuff is there either. I should be concerned, because on a table near the door seems to be nearly all my photos and memorabilia from cons. Most of that is hanging up in the house now, so I am not sure why it would be in our old apartment. I am also finding a lot of hair stuff, like curling irons and such.
Three dreams of buildings, three nights running. Searching, Finding, Moving.