dream

Strange, strange dream about moving into college (which looked a lot like the dorm I stayed in at the summer program at Shorter when I was a teen). The dorm rooms were odd, mostly open on the wall to the hall, and housed two to four people per room. I was moving in with minimal usual stuff, but had a sparkly red guitar and big Peavey amp covered in matching sparkly red quilted vinyl. I wasn't sure if I had one roommate with two close friends, or three or four roommates (I think it kept changing), but I was on the boy side of things.

There was some muddied middle bit, then I was returning to college after what seemed like some absence. The halls with classes merged with the dorm hall, and there were hallway lockers, too. I originally was coming in to go back to my room, but then started trying to remember my locker combination, walked past it (with three people in it), and ran into a helpful girl leaving a class that I don't know if I knew in context, or just knew in dream who helped me find my locker and reopen it. She almost talked me into going to class, but I felt like it had been too long to possibly make it up, and decided I was leaving.

I went back to my room, and my stuff (even my bed) had been taken over or put out of sight, except for my red guitar and amp, which were on my roommate's (the one who was always there, no matter if I had one or three: a kind of generically hip slacker dude with goatee) bed and at the foot of it, respectively. I walked in, looked around and made a gesture with my hands that clearly meant, "What the fuck?" There was some panicked back pedaling that I let go on for a little while before I said I was leaving, took my guitar and amp, and walked out.

(Again with the sense of overlapping locations: I'd been in the classrooms before in dreams, and just around a corner or on the other side of the hall was a dorm I'd been to that featured lesbians and cats in previous dreams. Is my subconscious getting lazy, or does this mean something?)