I had a strange dream a few nights ago. I keep forgetting to write about it. I was at home, here in our house in CDO. I was looking for something, and then suddenly, I couldn't find my way out. It's like our house sprouted 10 more rooms - bedrooms, family rooms, living rooms, even a lobby - all with connecting doors. It was like a maze. They were all familiar to the "me" in my dream, but I've never seen those rooms before. The lobby I saw in my dream was like that of a hotel. There were lots of people. I bumped into my favorite Aunt, and I asked her how to get out. She directed me to an auditorium (wtf?! an auditorium in my house?!), similar to the one at my university. I walked down the aisle at the far left, and entered door #8, like she told me to. Then I found myself backstage. I bumped into Patricia, a college classmate. We chatted for a while. And then the dream shifted, and I was at the back of a blue van. All the other performers in the auditorium were with me. I looked down at my feet and I was barefoot. It was raining outside, but I got off the van because I recognized the place we were passing by, and it was my neighborhood. I stood at the sidewalk, under the rain, waiting for a cab. I stood there for about 15 minutes, all the while feeling very self-conscious about my being barefoot, at the same time thinking of going to see my boyfriend. After what felt like forever (to the "me" in the dream of course), I was finally able to hail a taxi, get on, and then .. I woke up.
Strange. And the funny thing is, it wasn't the first time I dreamt of those rooms - or getting lost, for that matter.