babylemonade

This dream is from last night.

I'm back at college AGAIN. This is definitely a recurring theme in my recent dreams. It's actually getting annoying. I liked college, but I've moved on to other things. Dreaming I'm back there makes me feel like I've regressed or something.

In this particular dream, I think I was moving back in after summer break. I was completely and utterly lost. I couldn't find my dorm. I ended up in a dorm with a few friends of mine, but looking back, that particular dorm doesn't exist on campus. All of the rooms were empty. It was actually rather creepy.

I eventually manage to find my dorm and my room, which was furnished just like it was when I actually resided there. There were two girls there who were real-life acquaintances of mine in college. We talked a little bit. Then I randomly flashed them. Nothing too intense, just showed them my bra. They were confused and unimpressed. I was also confused as to why I had done that. (This bit may relate to things I've been pondering in waking life. I won't go into it right now though.)

Another recurring theme: I had to get ready for classes I felt unprepared for and didn't want to take. I looked at my schedule, and my first class was Math. I've always despised math. Why does my subconscious keep sending me to a math class?

Looking back on this dream is helping me understand dream signs. I could've gone lucid if I were able to realize that the dorm I was in didn't exist in reality, or that I was in classes with professors I had never met in real life. So...I definitely need to keep a better eye on the little things that don't make sense in my dreams.

And I think it's a good dream to start with!

This is from 10-29-2011:

I must have been back at college, as I recognized campus buildings and parts of downtown. I was also with a few of my closest friends from college.

In this dream, I was dating Rick Wright, the late keyboardist of Pink Floyd. It wasn't young Rick from the 60s or 70s, but older, white-haired Rick. We were very much in love with each other, in the way that makes other people nauseous ("No I love YOU more!. Oh you!").

My friends did not approve of our relationship. They thought that Rick was taking advantage of a young girl and that I was using him as a "sugar daddy". I got very upset at them, trying to convince them that Rick and I were truly in love.

The last thing I remember was going to a supermarket with my friends, where Rick was working as a cashier. I turned to my friends and said "See! He's a working stiff just like us!" and then proceeded to give all my attention to Rick.

This dream made me very happy. It felt really nice to be loved, even if my friends didn't approve or understand. And Rick was an absolute darling.

Lastly, Rick was living in a house with David Gilmour and Nick Mason, and I chatted with them for a bit. Since I've had a dream where I met Roger Waters, I can now say that I've interacted with every member of Pink Floyd in my dreams except for Syd Barrett. I think I'll make that lucid goal.

My Pink Floyd fangirlness knows no bounds. None.