I had another strange dream. Go figure.
In this dream, I'm working at a software company (that I actually intern for in real life right now) but all I do is play this one video game. In face, everybody sits really close together with half-hexagon shaped desks. To my right is Danny, a guy who works in the company (irl, too, and who has been trying to hook up with my friend Beth) and he keeps encroaching on my space. His leg would stretch out under my desk, or his elbow would protrude awkwardly so I can't use my mouse.
The game itself is one where I play as a character, a little boy in a family. I think he may be adopted or the foster child, because the other children bullied him. Anyway, in the game, you wandered around the house when the adults weren't there, and you tried to prevent something from happening. Or tried to fix something that went wrong. But actually, you could not win as is. You lose, and then the game time-travels you (can time-travel be a transitive verb?) into when you were younger and everybody's happy (except you, because the kids still bully you), and know what happens in the future, you have to make sure that it never happens.
In the real life in the dream (@.@ this is getting complicated), I'm renting a one-room apartment. However, I haven't filled out the necessary paperwork yet since I'm only staying there for one month. Anyway, my friend Beth is also renting a room in the same building, since I recommended her to my landlord. (In my dream, it's very difficult to get an apartment for a decent price... like it is where I currently stay in real life.)
There is a building-wide meeting in another building, so we all head out there. And the first thing the woman in charge does when she seems me is to ask what I have done with the paperwork (which is nothing). So she thrusts some paperwork at me, which I fill out about halfway, before she tells that she now has to take me to pick up some things.
Of course, not knowing what is going on at all, I follow her quite a ways. We both have backpacks. Then, she says, "Run fast!" So I run fast trying to catch up with her. Then she says, "Now hands at your sides." So I do what she's doing and keep my arms at my sides while still trying to run fast. Then she says, "Okay, lean forward." And again, I do what she's doing, and lean forward so that I almost would've fallen, except I was running so fast. Then, all of a sudden, we were both hovering at about waist high and zooming around the city (through a plaza, around a fountain/mini-park area, and through some park) until we arrived at this one house.
The house itself is very run down. It has that empty feel to it. The floors are made of dark brown tiles. The wood on the stairs are half broken and rotted away. The windows are almost opaque with the buildup of dirt and dust. And as we walk in, we hear the click-click of our shoes. The woman gathers some things--and ignores the blankets sitting there--and hands them to me. (I have no idea what they are, since they magically disappear by the next part of the dream.) Then, she says, "We're done, let's leave." And that's when I remember that it isn't actually my apartment and we just went there to get stuff, which brought me a sigh of relief.
As we are stepping out of the house, though, I realize that the floor plan is exactly like that of the game. And that's also when I can no longer hover.
It happens like this: I get distracted by the revelation. The woman ends up walking out and away. So I have to find my own way back. Since I have a terrible sense of direction (which is true in real life, too), I try to trace my way back. Of course, since I hovered part of my way over, I try to hover that way back. However, instead of being able to hover, I just fall flat on my face each time. It hurts a bit, and no damage is done, but it's embarrassing and I just can't hover!
Anyway, I give up eventually and walk back. There is one part where I cross a 2-lane street and go across a large plaza with giant stores and flashy billboards, and throngs of people. The stores are normal store-brands, like Esprit or Chanel or Guess, but they sell raunchy things. For example, Esprit became a lingerie shop. Chanel sold perfumes advertised as aphrodaisiacs--for the entirety of a department sized store. I don't go in any of them and eventually make it to the tail end of the apartment building wide meeting.
Then I have to finish filling out the form, part of which asks for my GPA. Since I have barely passed my last year abroad (irl, too), I put down a conservative number: 3 to 3.5. My landlord says she wants this for a comparison on how to judge potential tenants by their grades. Then she looks at my grades in shock and says, "You didn't even pass?" Because where I was studying abroad in real life, the grading scale is different and 4 is passing. So I have to explain to her that no, I'm not a "fail student" and that it's a different grading scale in the US.
Finally, the meeting is over. The forms are filled out. And we all go back to our building to our apartments. And I become really anxious about something (can't really remember what--this is when my dream became fuzzy), so I decide to go to bed. And as I went to bed in the dream, I woke up in real life.
I don't think dreams are supposed to be this long and complicated... But, anyway...
Psychoanalyze that.
