I am hanging in an apartment with a mixed group of people. We start playing spin the bottle. Over time, people have to leave for whatever reason. Suddenly, it’s down to 6 guys and one girl. We keep playing. Andrew gets offended that I won’t kiss him. I tell him it’s cause I don’t want to fuck up our long friendship. I kiss Gary, though, and enjoy it. Andrew is really upset by this.

Another student lounge couch dream while I napped away my mid afternoon.

A bunch of families are all living at the med school. For some reason, Josiah’s brother and sister are here, but I made up who they are (I have met both his older brother and younger sister, neither of whom were really in the dream). His younger brother was actually the younger brother of one of my childhood friends and his sister was Jessica, a classmate of mine. This makes no sense, but oh well. Anyways, we are all running around the study area trying to watch a movie or something, and I am flirting with Jessica/fake sister. For some reason, we fall behind the amorphous group of other people and I randomly make out with her. However, younger brother walks in with his little friends and they want to play video games on the A/V systems that dominate our study areas (which is really a thing here). We find an empty room and things get hot. She says she isn't ready for sex, but later she keeps pushing things further. We are interrupted again by something that I don’t remember and Josiah somehow finds out. He is not very happy about it.

(the image is because I remember her wearing zebra print underwear, ha. I saw a better image that more closely matched the dream when I did my google search for zebra print underwear, but i wasn't sure if I should click on it. I am, after all, at school right now.)

We are just starting our biostats class (which was really going to happen after my nap was over) and the class is convening in the med library for some reason. We are gathered on the 2^nd floor in the atrium and class begins. It is really hard to hear the instructor because there are a bunch of PhD students talking nearby. As our instructor talks louder, the PhD students do as well. They start doing long, coordinated “Shhhhhhh”ing (like full lungs expelled solely through Shhhhh, which is really long and loud if you think about 30 students doing it together). I finally had enough, and I go over to this bitchy grad student (this girl in my grad class that I don’t particularly like) and get up in her face to take her cohorts and get out. Finally she does with most of the grad students, but they keep making noise from farther away. Again, it’s up to me to shut them up, and I do, by strong arming this (made up) guy against a stack of books and telling him through gritted teeth to get the fuck out. He does and all of the other grad students do too. Class continues nicely until a piano starts playing (haha, a piano in a library?). It’s one last grad student, POUNDING out a song that, aside from the fact that he is smashing the keys as hard as he can, sounds pretty good. Finally, a gargantuan librarian guy (made up) comes storming over and screams “ENOUGH” and picks the kid up by the back of his jeans and throws him out the library window. I wake up, just in time to go to biostats for real.

Nap dream:

The med school class all together in what can only be described as a real-life first person shooter level. There are platforms, ramps, places to hide, and it’s all self-contained. We are doing a real-life free for all with all these fake, holographic weapons. We are also wearing cool suits that do stuff like immobilize your leg if you get shot or knock you down if an explosion goes off nearby. There are all sorts of cool holo-weapons, like lightsabers, all sorts of guns and explosives, grappling hooks, powerups (like telekinesis, flight, decoys, teleportation, and invisibility). Some people are forming alliances to work their way up on the leader board, while some are using a brute force loner strategy. I am lying low in the shadows, collecting powerups and whatnot and biding my time. Eventually, I start using really crazy strategies like disarming people from afar with the grappling hooks, using telekinesis and a light saber to clear a whole room, sticking timer bombs to the backs of others before they go meet with their allies while I slip away under invisibility, etc. I am soon on the top of the leader board, an unstoppable force in the game. I am commended when the game over because my unconventional strategies couldn’t be beaten.

I am at some sort of bonfire thing at this run down shack. Kiani is there, as are her friends (whom IRL I had just met the day of this napping dream). Kiani is being really rude at first but is getting strangely friendlier as the night progresses. She tells me she really likes to be led by an arm around the waist when out at night like this, like you often see couples doing on the streets on a Saturday night. I am confused as to why she is telling me something like this after what the weekend has been like IRL, but I let it slide because I am pleased. It’s time for the fire to be put out, and we have ice cream. One of her friends takes my ice cream cone from my hand and throws it in the fire. I confront her, and she shrugs and offers me a filthy, melted one from the ground. That figures…

I am hanging out with a bunch of people from school whom frankly I care not to name all together here because if you Googled any of their names together, you’d get only this result. Anyways, I am at dinner with them and they are being boisterous, which I am enjoying. What I am not enjoying, however, is how they seem to find the oddest things funny. It then occurs to me that they are mostly saying inside jokes of which I have yet to hear. I go from mildly peeved to flat out hurt and I decide I cannot take it much longer. I leave and go to the State Fair of my childhood, which is strangely down the street. I am missing some dream here… but then I end up sadly walking home in the dark when SAM drives up (she was also at the dinner) I have forgiven her and am just happy to have a friend come looking for me and offering a ride. I take it and we go back to a social chair’s house, where we start working on videos for the class show. I see the video thus far, which is full of this clique’s same inside jokes! I cannot handle it anymore. They think I am joking when I act all mad and leave, but I leave.

Next dream, or maybe the same dream. I think it’s the same cause I am angry about the last night, but for some reason, it’s morning and I am drunk at my parents’ new house. Their new house seems to be a loft similar to the one at which I stayed in Pensacola Beach, FL, complete with blue ocean out the back door. This one is a weird layout, as it has two apartments spanning multiple levels with bridges and stairways between the different, module-esque rooms. It is not clear which rooms belong to which renters with this layout. I drunkenly pick a room, only to realize that it might belong to the other family living in our building. I am so confused. I decide to call my sister, a newlywed, to see if she will be staying at this house. I presume not, since she just got married, but then again why am I living there? I moved out 2 or 3 years ago and I live on my own now. But I digress… I try to talk to her but I am so drunk that I go on wild tangents. I am also trying to hide my drunkenness, but something else seems off in the conversation. I end it an hour and a half later and as I do, she says “try not to drink so much, <my name>”. I assure her that I don’t and hang up, only to realize I called a girl named Jill from my high school. I am horrified that I was so drunk that she could cover her identity from me for so long. My dad comes home and we talk about the room selection problem. I labor up the stairs because I am starting to get hung over, but I pass it off as an injury to my legs from the night before.

I awaken from my nap in a confused stupor in a room I don’t recognize. It looks a little like the room at the beach house from my dreams, and it is certainly not a hotel. I have a brief “what the fucking hell is going on?” moment before I realize that I am in bed at Kiani’s house in NC, waiting for her to come home from school. Her dogs desperately need to be let out (see tagged with Kiani, Alex, and dogs).

This nap dream was quasi-real as it took on aspects of real life as the sleep was shallow and on a couch at school and… well it was weird. Read on.

I am sitting in class, VERY tired after an exam (IRL: I had just taken an exam and was tired, thus I went to nap in the lounge on a couch) We are being bored to death by some lecturer when Gorav asks a question from his seat across the room from mine. I find this question to be stupid and start yelling at Gorav. I wasn’t just yelling, but flat out verbally attacking. I tore his self esteem to shreds and left class to nap.

IRL: at this point, I wake up from my real nap because Tanya and Travis are talking in the lounge. I mumble “I gotta go apologize to Gorav” much to the confusion of my two classmates sitting near me. I then realize it was all a dream, roll over, and go back to sleep

I wake up from my nap in my dream in another student lounge. This one is bigger, with more windows, and a few more people in it. I see that I am late for journal club. I rush to the door, but it’s raining too hard for me to go outside. I resort to taking a series of tunnels to get to another atrium like area where we are having our journal club. Everyone else is there and glad to see me. I settle in to a couch, but everyone is wet and cold so they took all the blankets. I curl up and shiver for a while before Maria comes over and curls up on my feet. She is wearing a little blue dress, and after a while she starts climbing over my legs to sorta spoon or something. As she tumbles, she turns upside down and I see that she is wearing no underwear. I make a clear show of averting my gaze, but she seems oblivious that I can see everything up her dress, which is making it difficult for me to pay attention to the seminar. I eventually tell her that her dress is (by this point) almost up around her hips, and she just shrugs.

I wake up with a headache because somebody slammed the microwave door back in the lounge. That couch will be the end of me.