Many cities, different peoples

I was in a city that felt like San Francisco but didn't look like it at all; I think it actually may have been either Seattle or Chicago, although I have never been to Chicago in real life so I can't be sure. I was walking around in a dress and heels, looking for the lecture hall where I was supposed to be attending one of my first classes at my new school, but I couldn't find it. I was on a quiet street although I could hear the city noises a few streets away. As I turned the corner and came out from an awning on the building I was walking next to, it started to rain. I was wearing a Burberry rain coat but it didn't have a hood so I used the books and newspapers in my hand to protect my head as I started to jog towards the student union. Many of the buildings around where I was had the same last name of a person, Thrasher, or Thatcher, I can't quite remember; I was looking for Thatcher Hall for my class, but I couldn't find it - all I saw was Thatcher Theater, Thatcher Union, Thatcher Bank, etc. Finally, I reached the student union and it was set up like a movie theater, so I had to wait in line to talk to someone in one of those round, glass windowed ticket booths to ask where Thatcher Hall was. the woman working there politely gave me directions to where it was; she was black and as I turned to walk away and follow her directions, I noticed that I was the only white person milling about the student union.

Cut to later in my dream, I was still in the city but I was on a treasure hunt type of challenge, like the Amazing Race, with a group of my friends. It hadn't started yet; I'd just landed in the city in a plane and had to meet them so I was walking through the airport terminal with my backpack and one of those old, wooden sleds, but the terminal morphed into more of city streets that were raised above street level and they were still enclosed, but it just didn't look or feel like an airport terminal. As I was walking, I dropped the bread or cake I was holding and it broke into pieces so I had to stop and pick it up because there was some importance to it. This scraggly guy rushed up to me and asked if he could have some - he didn't look like a homeless guy, just kind of worn down - but I knew that I couldn't let him have any so I quickly picked up the pieces and hurried away. When I got to the end of the corridor, I had to walk down a narrow flight of stairs to get to street level and when I got to the bottom floor, there were people there wearing certain clothes so I recognized them as being part of the treasure hunt we were on. I looked at my watch and realized I was about to be late, so I rushed past them and busted through a set of double doors to get outside.

Once I was outside, I recognized that I was in San Francisco, even though it still looked like Seattle because I could see the water and some familiar Seattle restaurants from where I was standing. I had to walk downhill to get to the building where the treasure hunt was supposed to start; as I rushed down the street, my view opened up to a plaza of sorts and I saw the building I was supposed to meet my friend at all the way on the far side, of course. I busted in through the doors there and found my place just as the first challenge for our team was starting. Emil, a kid I went to school with from kindergarten all the way through senior year in real life, was on my team; he was there wearing jeans and a canary yellow polo. The first challenge in this building was a drink test. The people conducting the challenge gave us large shot glasses full of a drink and we had to guess what it was; each drink had a distinct, bright color to it which was supposed to help us figure out what it was and the colors were all from the rainbow, including canary yellow. The blue drink came from a glass bottle that was shaped like a penguin and it had to go through one of those industrial toasters to be opened but instead of being hot when it came out, it was cold. There was another friend of mine, I think it was Squintz although I'm not 100% certain, who sat at the head of the table we all were sitting at and tried to point us in the right direction with our guesses.

After that challenge, I grabbed my bag and sled and met up with one of my friends at his car. As I threw my stuff in the trunk, I realized my friend was Louis, another guy I'd gone to school with in real life; in this old Buick parked next to us was Eli Manning. Eli sat in the back seat behind the passenger seat, and there were three other Giants players in the car with him. I think Osi Umenyiora was the driver. I tried to motion to Louis that there was a car full of Giants players right next to us, but I couldn't be subtle enough so Louis missed them. He wound up walking away, back up towards the airport terminal/corridor and told me that I should drive his yellow Ford Escape (which is what he drives in real life) back to the house and he'd meet me there. I thought that that was weird, but what could I do? I hopped in the driver's seat and the car full of Giants pulled out just as I looked over at them. They waved at me as they continued to back out of the parking space and drive away.

When I got to Louis' house, there were people that I know from Rochester there and something happened that involved Nicole and reading books for class but I can't remember what.

No analysis necessary for this one

I lived in this rundown neighborhood that used to be full of cute boutique shops and bustling with activity, but at the time I was living there, it had become a neglected area of the city. To get from one end of my street to the other, there were certain shops I had to walk though because there was no sidewalk. I kept running into people I knew in real life and they were encouraging me to continue foraging forward. No one stopped to have a full conversation with me and when I would stop to try to talk to them, they kept giving me words of encouragement and telling me that I was great. There is a gap in my memory at the time that I reached the opposite end of the street, but it picks up again on my return walk back to my home. People kept asking me how it went and I kept telling them to keep their fingers crossed for me.

One of the shops I had to walk through twice was a Halloween shop with all sorts of costumes, decorations and paraphernalia. Another shop was a hippie shop like the ones I used to like going to in Provincetown.