School daisies

Usually when I have dreams about college, I dream that I actually didn't get all the units I needed to graduate. Last night, though, I dreamt that I went back to college (I know not why), and not only re-matriculated, but decided to live in the dorms.

I'd signed up for a room early on to ensure I would have a place, but when welcome day arrived, I got there quite late. And one of the soccer/PTA/stage moms running the orientation day said, "I'm not sure if we still have a room for you." She led me to one of classroom buildings on campus which had this odd door that you had to duck under, then to a medium-sized lecture hall with part of it cordoned off to store supplies.

"Here's your room!" she said.

Besides the fact that it wasn't in fact a room, but some storage area, the makeshift walls separating it from the seats in the lecture hall were clear, so anyone could see into the room clear as day if I were nekkid and changing.

"Where do I sleep?" I squealed.

She then showed me to some room behind the podium, which was like a professor's office with a bed.

She noticed my appalled look, so we headed back to the orientation area to find the Resident Director. Unfortunately, the Resident Director was not only of no help, but didn't want to deal with me. I can remember in the dream trying calmly to explain that I'd reserved a room in advance and I couldn't live like this, and she hit back saying that if I didn't want a room in the residence halls I could just forego my little storage room dorm, which made me panic because I had no where else to live.

The saving grace of the whole dream was the hot football player type guy who, as I was going to talk to the RD, stopped me in the hall to kid around with me, then full on hit on me. Which was hot. And nice.

And I only wish THAT had been the main plot point of the dream instead of this dorm BS.