The dream jumped around a lot. I was driving in my car with my mom and brother somewhere with my dog in tow. We passed through this neighborhood by accident and it was filled with odd houses that were filled with sculptural elements. They were cool, nonetheless. We got out of the neighborhood and onto the main road which was full of cars and we eventually ended up at this womans house. We asked if we could talk to this person but she said he/she was shy and didnt like to come out. Eventually it turned into some sort of cramped restaurant and turned out I knew the relatives to one of their sister-in-laws and was connected to them by knowing a part of their other family. I have no idea what was going on.
I was on a green bus full of people to the brim, some of them from my design class, others from Scotland (I had Scottish exchange students over the summer). We were on the way to somewhere in Columbus, an interaction museum of some sort with touchable screens, except we werent too keen on going because it sounded lame. The bus kept switching between a bus, a lecture hall, and studio.
When it was studio, my professor was talking about how my side of the room was the cool side because everyone on the other end were misfits. There were about twenty of us left because he decided to get rid of some people since they were inadequate or something. I recognized people from my class but there were some who I didnt recognize.
When it was a lecture hall, all of us would be talking excitedly about our trip with the exchange students. I met up with the pair I was suppose to be hosting and we explained what an RA, OC, HOC, and a TA were. They exchanged stories back. It seemed like the Scots were fading in and out of existence because sometimes they were there and sometimes they werent.
I was back in my dorm with my roommates and a girl from back home named Susannah. She was dressed up as Belle from Beauty and the Beast (she played her in her high schools musical) but her hair was blonde like Cinderella. There was another girl there dressed up as Esmerelda, but it was an extremely sad attempt. Apparently it was a Disney Princess party. My roommates tried to fit me into my Mulan costume that I had when I was little and I kept saying that it was impossible, seeing that I had last worn it when I was six or seven. It fit, and zipped up all the way. I remember asking why Susannah didnt dress up as Cinderella, since her hair was blonde, but then she replied that Cara (who was Belles understudy) was going to dress up as Belle also but she ended up not showing up.
I was somewhere in a place like Phipps but it wasnt. I was running because I was in a hurry to get something out of my locker. It was one of those lockers divided into two from the top and bottom and it was dark green. The locks were a lot like those in the mail room. I didnt know my combination, but I could feel where the numbers would click so I could open the door. Inside were two borrowed jackets from Morgan down the hall that I had to get because one, it was cold, and two, I needed to get them back to her. It was hard to shut the door again because it was filled with so much stuff.
Throughout the dream I remember returning to this singular room with wooden floors and a neutral wall with old school desks scattered around it. There would be people sprinkled among the desks but they were always in the corner, looking at different directions. Now that I think about it, the room was much like the room in the CFA building where I have recitation. I dont really remember what was going on in that room or why I always seemed to run back to it.
I then woke up to the thunderous roars of the waste management trucks outside my dorm.
