Living arrangements, internship and a holiday party

I was moving into my new room at college for the semester but it was a room that was subletting through someone else. R.P. and I were going to share it, as we'd planned on living together, but when I got there, there was a big section of the wall across from the bed that had the paint scraped off and water had leaked in through an open window, cracking the dry wall underneath it. I was really upset and went to find R.P. to ask what had happened, since he was the one who had moved in first, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I looked all over campus - which was set up more like a little college town than a campus - including in the areas that were for the best students only - there were designated study areas for them - but still R.P. was nowhere in sight. I ran into a lot of my friends as I searched the campus, all of whom wanted to know how I'd been over the last few months. I ran into M.C., a friend from Rudy's in New York in real life, who put his arm around my shoulder and coerced me into coming over to shoot a game of pool with him and a few friends. I walked over there w/him - he was wearing a turtleneck and a jacket with elbow pads - and there was R.P., who, when he saw me, stormed off. I followed him and asked him what happened to the room, but he wouldn't stop or look at me at all, so I eventually let him walk away. Then, I ran into a mutual friend of ours who told me that R.P. had paid off the room to the person from whom wee were subletting because he didn't want to live there with me. I was so angry because that changed everything and I didn't know what I had done to upset R.P. so much; our mutual friend couldn't tell me, either, but my feelings were really hurt that someone I wanted to live with abruptly changed his mind about me and didn't want to live with me.

A guy friend of mine was writing for ESPN over the summer and he mentioned me in a few blog posts. He'd told me to my face that he got this internship and then he had to go; he left two of his cell phones at my place so I had to leave a comment on his blog to tell him to call me so he could come get his phones because I had them, he shouldn't worry that he'd lost them somewhere else.

It was Chanukah and I was having a party at my house in my dining room, only my dining room was at Fla.-J's frat house and they actually were the ones holding the party. I came to meet Fla.-J, who was dressed in jeans and a light pink sweater, and for some reason was wearing white-face makeup. He gave me a huge hug and lifted me off the ground; when he put me down, the makeup was gone. We went into the kitchen because he couldn't' keep his hands off me and more guests were showing up; I was embarrassed that he was so handsy in front of people, particularly people that I didn't know. Finally he agreed to be more PC and we went back into the dining room, where three girls, K.K. included, began to sing Christmas carols. Fla.-J and I were really confused as to why they were singing Christmas carols at a Chanukah party; I.A., one of Fla.-J's frat brothers in real life appeared and I gave him a hug hello and he was about to explain the Christmas carols, when the president of their frat came in the room. He wasn't just the president of their chapter, though, he was the president of the entire frat, nation-wide, and it was Craig Kilbourn. He introduced himself to the three of us and told us that he was so glad to have been able to attend our party.

Lots of little snippets

I was throwing a going away party for myself in a mansion but my "sworn enemy" threw one at the same time so I was worried that people would go to her party instead of mine, even though she was a new student at our school.

For some reason, even though I was in high school, I had an intern- it was this girl who was someone else's intern in Sacramento in real life. She showed up late to my party so when I was driving her home later that night, I asked if she was working tomorrow, Friday, and she said she was, so I told her we would talk about her tardiness first thing when she clocked in to work.

My family was going on vacation and my brother asked me to set up his suitcase with a new incense holder, so I did that. The holder took a lot of set-up, surprisingly, and I could hear my parents arguing in the other room as I figured it out.

For some reason, when I woke up I had "Milk and Cereal" by G. Love stuck in my head.

Another dream with people from several areas of my life

I was at soccer practice and the coach was my high school coach. My brother showed up towards the end of it and we had a few contests to see who could kick the ball farther, etc. My coach came over and pulled me aside to talk to me; I feared he was going to cut me from the team but instead he began to tell me that although I wasn't as fast or perhaps as skilled, I had an incredible eye for the game that no one else on the team had. However, he was interrupted mid-conversation by one of my teammate's parents so he told me we would continue this conversation when he got back from talking to them in the parking lot. I waited by the goal for him and chatted with some other teammates. There was a card table with snacks for us, but there also was a prescription for my coach. I looked at the CVS bag to see if his email address was on it because I was getting tired of waiting onhim; I was going to email him to tell him to call me to continue our discussion, but there wasn't any contact info on the prescription, just his name.

Then, I was in my car with a girl friend in the front seat and Fla.-J in the backseat. We were going to a party but I was upset with Fla.-J so I didn't really talk to him at all. We got to the party and my friend and I hopped out of the car and went in, I didn't wait for Fla.-J. It was a pool party but I hadn't brought my bathing suit; I stood on the pool deck and chatted with some coworkers from Sacramento. There also were some coworkers from San Antonio so I went to say hi to them, but then the party morphed to being at my house. For some reason, I had to wash my shirt - I think I'd spilled something on it - but the laundry room was empty. My mom walked in just then and I asked her where the washer and dryer were. She told me that when she and my dad recently remodeled the house, they put the laundry room in the pool house. I gave her an odd look because that is such a weird place for the units to be, especially since we have a laundry room in the house, but she'd already gone back to the party.

I eventually went outside again and someone had put yellow plastic chain links between the two pools on the narrow strip of deck between them because it was too dangerous and people kept falling.

Hairspray and people I know in real life

I was in Hairspray but it was a little different in the plot, I think because all of us in the movie were Jewish. Some people that I know were in it. There was a guy that was trying to propose to Tracy Turnblad but he hadn't ever been to her apartment so I had to take him there. Once there, Tracy came outside and we saw her hair - it was a cut with bangs but it wasn't puffed up like it is in the movie. The boy immediately got down on one knee and proposed and she was hesitant at first until she looked at her parent and they were smiling, so she said yes. Then, along came another boy who proposed to me but I told him to stop being silly and waved him off, without realizing that he was seriously proposing. The whole dream was in black and white and I saw it from my eyes, as if it actually was happening.

I was at a blackjack table with a bunch of people that I know and the dealer was someone's mom. She kept trying to teach me how to play because it wasn't ordinary blackjack - there were so many more rules and bets that you could make and I couldn't keep track of it all. I also kept getting different drinks that just would appear on the table in front of me. There was a guy in the background following my every move - apparently it was an exboyfriend who still was interested in me and I was still interested in him, but we'd broken up because he cheated on me - and he also would laugh softly every time I asked the dealer to explain the rules. Then, we were at a gas stop-looking area but it actually was a party. E was there and we were talking about boys as we went into the bathroom. All these people were coming out of the bathroom soaked with water - it was hot and they decided dousing themselves with water was the best way to cool down. I was taking longer in the stall so E came in and continued our conversation. The stall was covered in graffiti. Finally, I finished and we washed our hands but as we tried to leave, this one boy who was a morphed combo of a few boys I know - the only one I distinctly remember being involved with the morph is R.P. but I know it was more than just him - came up to me and kissed me. He pulled me outside and kissed me in front of all our friends and I was mortified, especially since he had roaming hands. I slapped away his hands and broke the kiss, demanding an explanation. He seemed to be drunk, though, so I was upset that he would put me in a position like this, having to explain to everyone our secret romance. I told him that that kiss was the least romantic place ever to be kissed; even though apparently our relationship was based on hooking up, and certainly not on romance, I was upset that he would do something like this, drunk or not.

Three different dreams rolled into one

I was in Jenny and Russell's house but it looked nothing like it does in real life. The kitchen and living room were in the downstairs area while there was a bedroom up a set of concrete stairs off of the kitchen. Someone else lived in that bedroom though; now I can't recall who it was but I definitely know the person in real life. I poked my head in there to see if she was in there, but she wasn't, so I came back downstairs and sat on the couch, looking out the window that was on the same side of the apartment as the bedroom. I saw the winds pick up and two tornadoes touched down, so I started to freak out. Jenny came running over to the window to see them and as we watched, they got closer and closer to the apartment. Somehow, they veered away from hitting the apartment at the last second and there was no damage done.

I was taking a tour of an office where I used to work, I think it was in Sacramento but I was with Scully and a few other people that I know in San Antonio. We stopped at a wall with pictures of employees and T.H. from high school was in one; I told my friends how she and I never really became that close, but she definitely was someone that I knew so it would be good to see her. I may have said some other stuff that wasn't exactly mean but also wasn't exactly nice; I turned around and her desk was just a few feet away. She didn't seem to have heard what I said but I walked over to her and gave her a hug. She was wearing a long ivory-colored sweater. She asked about my family and how I was doing, etc. I chatted with her for a few minutes then turned around and walked over to see some other people that Scully was talking to. Then, I walked to the room of cubicles whose entrance was in between T.H. and Scully; G.B. from San Antonio was there but it didn't look like him, it looked like someone else I knew form Sacramento that now I can't recall. I talked w/him for a little bit then he had to run to a meeting, so I sat at his computer to check my email. A few more people came over to me to say hi and ask how I was doing. One of Scully's friends came over and showed me a fund-raising site that she had used when she was moving; she posted information about her move and her friends just donated money to help her, one dollar at a time. I couldn't believe it but vowed that I would utilize that site.

I was riding a bicycle and had to get to a park. I'd seen some people earlier in this part of the dream enter the park through some bushes on a side street instead of the main entrance, so that's how I tried to enter, but I couldn't find the place to cut through the shrubbery because each spot that I thought would lead into the park actually dead-ended into apartment buildings. As I was peering through the bushes on my bicycle, a guy came out of one of the apartments and saw me. He pointed me towards the break in the shrubs and I thanks him, then rode through to the park.

High school and work combined

I was at my high school but they had done a lot of construction on it so the hallways looked slightly different. Some of the athletes I used to work with - namely R.B. and D.W., among others - were there shooting around in the gym so I went to hang out with them a little bit. Then, I was outside waiting for my ride to come pick me up to take me home.

There was a LOT more to this one that escaped me as soon as I woke up.

Celeb men are/aren't my friends

I was in a warehouse/loft apartment in Disneyland and there were a few other people looking at it. The Real Estate agent had an open house but I'd thought it was a showing just for me, so I was annoyed. I walked to the elevator which was a service elevator, so quite large, and got in; just before the doors closed, a couple that had been inside the apartment stopped the doors and got in wit me - it was Matthew McConaughey, a girl that apparently was his girlfriend but she was not an actress, the girl's sister, and the girl's mother. As we rode down in silence, the elevator turned into a Gator truck and drove us out of the building once we hit ground level. The driver dropped off McConaughey and his crew, then he went to some other building in Disneyland to drop me off to meet some friends of mine. As I was waiting outside, McConaughey and his people walked up, looked at me rudely and walked by me, inside the building. I thought to myself that I'd read he was still happily married to someone else, but decided that nothing needed to be said to the girl.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the noise from Skype call, even though my computer was in a different room. (real life!)

I was at this sports complex because it was my birthday and my party was a "sports and games" type of party. I hadn't dressed appropriately though - I was in jeans, a t-shirt from the Gap, and a light sweater. I showed up at 11:38 a.m. even though the party had started at 11. I had been spending the morning getting dressed and looking pretty because my friend, Mark Wahlberg, was going to be there and I hadn't seen him in a long time. I also had been checking my Facebook wall for all the birthday messages I was getting pinged with; Mark was one of the first to write on my wall, and I responded to his post mostly so that people would know that I was tight with Mark Wahlberg.

So I immediately went to the balcony that overlooked the floor where the dodgeball game was being played. Most people were wearing the San Antonio Sport & Social Club T-shirts that we got from playing in the SSC softball league (real life). There was a red team playing against the orange team* but I just watched from the balcony. There were people at my party from all different areas of my life - high school, college, California, Texas. There was another friend of mine up there watching, waiting for his turn to play, and he offered to let me borrow his shorts and T-shirt so that I could play and wouldn't have to drive 20 minutes to get home to grab my change of clothes. I politely declined saying that I would get really sweaty and then he wouldn't be able to play. Then, another friend of mine came to the balcony with a large T-shirt and pair of shorts that she'd found somewhere in the sports complex. I was going to change and for some reason decided to do so right on the balcony. I was completely topless when Mark Wahlberg showed up on the balcony. I quickly covered myself with my arms/hands but he obviously knew that I was topless. He was a gentleman, and closed his eyes until I was dressed.

Suddenly, the dodgeball game had ended and I was in the room where we were going to eat. My extended family was there - uncles, aunts, cousins - in addition to my immediate family. Everyone wished me a happy birthday individually.

*I'd worn my orange SSC T-shirt to the gym yesterday so that's probably why this appeared in the dream.

Reading and awkwardness; not at the same time

I was traveling via car for a day trip somewhere, maybe for work (a football game or something along those lines), and I read a book that J.Mo had given me with high praise. I finished it on the way home; the image I had as I almost was done was coming down the 410 on-ramp from 281.

I was in the back hallway in my parents' house when my brother and dad walked into the kitchen, looked down the hallway, and saw me changing clothes. Not sure why I didn't go into a room instead of changing in the hallway, but I was mortified, as were they.

There definitely was a LOT more to this dream; maybe it'll come back to me later today. Hopefully!

So. Dang. Frustrating.

I was going to make us steel-cut oatmeal but then tossed the container aside because the 30 minutes it would to cook was "too long" and we were hungry right now. But instead of making something else to eat, Fla.-J and I sat down on my couch, facing one another.

"Remember that thing I was going to tell you about me?," he asked. "The thing I've been ignoring and avoiding telling you?"

I nod, slowly but deliberately, not knowing what to expect.

"I think I'm finally ready to tell you what it is."

Then, I woke up.