[I should preface this entry with a statement. 2 weeks ago now I moved from Ames to Iowa City. I had failed out of school at my university (ISU), and after moving I'm now at the hometown of their biggest rivals (UI).]
Interesting dreams I've been having. This is the only one from last night I remember. In said dream:
My girlfriend and I were moving into the UI dorms, rather than the nice apartment we have now. It was a bit small, and the building had hundreds of them, but they were more like smallish apartments than dorm rooms, so I was happy. The apartment number was the same as our street address now: 404.
Sarah went off to work, and I set out to drive about town for a while. For some strange reason, 'driving' became 'swimming,' as I was suddenly wearing nothing but my underwear, and my car was filled with water. The water was warm, though, and nice for relaxing in, so I didn't mind. Somehow I was in the passenger's seat at the time.
After relaxing a bit, I heard a huge ruckus in the distance - a bunch of 'bad guys' were approaching, and everyone else was running from them in fear. By the time I understood what was going on, they were too close for me to escape (and I was still just in my underwear) so I tried to hide in the car as best I could. There were sirens and flashing lights of police cars, and a lot of shooting happened, but the 'bad guys' must have won because eventually the police cars disappeared.
My hiding place wasn't as good as I had hoped, and one of the bad guys (he looked kind of like a biker with his beard and vest and chain) came up to my car and pulled me out. He mocked me for being in just my underwear, then told me to run away. I complied.
After running for a while, I got over the feeling that I was being chased, and decided that I wanted to go home. It started raining very heavily, but I was somehow clothed again. I also put on my ISU Marching Band coat and the ISU stocking cap I was somehow carrying, and walked back to the dorms.
When I got there, I couldn't find the building I was looking for. I knew I needed building 40, but the buildings jumped from 39 to 60. I went into one of them and tried to find my place, but all of the numbers had recently been changed, and the paint was still wet. After walking 3 times up and down the hallway, I asked a janitor where my place was. He had no idea, but told me the numbers were changed.
Frustrated, I went back outside and tried to find the right building number again. To my surprise, the UI marching band was completing their exercises in the lawn just outside. (The rain had completely vanished by this time). The band finished, and one of my sister's friends - who is actually in the ISU marching band - showed up along with Sarah to walk home. I told Sarah I was lost, and she rolled her eyes at me, and they led me back to the proper building.
When we got there, the door I had to take was more of a crawl tunnel than an actual door. I had to get on my stomach and army crawl my way in, but the narrow passageway was blocked in many parts by hoses and dryer ducts. I threw the blockades into open dorm room doors nearby, and eventually I made my way to our room. Once I got back, I woke up.
Kind of a bizarre dream, and more detailed then I usually have. I'm currently puzzling out what it may or may not mean.