I walked into a massive room that was all neutral space (you know, the greyish, not-there space that fills so much space in dreams) except for a staircase up the middle of the room. I walked up the staircase and started looking at the rooms. There is a balcony that runs around the middle of an open space above the staircase, and rooms line the balcony. The first time I had the dream, I went straight into a corner room (the last room availible) which was . . . okayish. This time, I was early, so I just tossed my stuff into a large, empty room with a single bed and decided to go exploring (to see if there was a better room). Try to remember, my dreams are never normal, so all the rooms were different. There was a lounge area with a dude in it. I was surprised to see anyone there before me, so I talked to him about which room he was in. He said he was thinking about putting his bed in the lounge. I wished him all the best and went on my merry way. I peeked my head into my old room, shook my head and laughed. I kept walking. At about this point, a bajillion people swept into the dorm and took . . . every room. I was perturbed, because I had gotten there way before to scout all the rooms to decide which one I wanted. BUT I had a good room, so why should I complain? I kept walking. Then I remembered that the building had rooms all the way around the balcony. I stuck my head into the bathroom, then a giant room with lines of bunks (the only room with multiple beds, for some reason) and then a small, dark room with a heart-shaped bed. I suddenly remembered the overweight black guy that had lived in that room two years ago. I laughed and hoped he would come back to be my friend again. Then I walked into the room in the back corner and I beat my knees in frustration. I suddenly remembered the room and I realized that it was the room I wanted. It was the largest, most comfortable room, with two levels and a bed (just perfectly placed) on equal footing with the upper level and sitting on the lower level. It had a large window, and a desk/shelf combo that ran the length of the room. I wanted it so badly. Michael Hadley was in the room already. He smiled and said "what's up man" and stuff, but I didn't reply because I was so angry at myself for forgetting/blocking out the memory of that room. Hadley talked about how he was so lucky to get the room and so I left to avoid being sick to my stomach. I walked the rest of the way to the front of the building and my room. It was then that I discovered that my room had shrunk and gained beds. I was now living in a teensy room with five other guys.
My dream ended.
I never, ever, win in dreams. I struggle to think of a single time when I actually got what I wanted or accomplished what I was working towards without something wrong happening/spoiling it. I don't know why my subconscious does this to me, but it's a cruel game.
