I had a very vivid dream that I described in my private blog about a university and lectures and people I used to know. My big dog Lars from long ago was there and being a good dog. I don’t know how he got there, but he was with me at the lecture.Two gay men were our lecturers. In fact, my friend from the NY State Education Department Social Studies Bureau Coe and the man he was lecturing with were gay also (Coe was not gay in real life, but his best friend was,both now deceased). There were two older women in my class and they had two small babies with them. We went on a field trip on a bus. When we came back, the power went out and the lectures were canceled until the next day.
This university was old, like Yale or Darmouth, not like Niagara or Buffalo or Albany. There were a lot of ivy-covered buildings and tunnels to get to the parking areas. We had parked in a lot close to room 7 where Coe was lecturing and where I had left my purse (royal blue with Winnie the Pooh on it). My class was quite a ways away. in room 22. When I reached room 7 after the power outage, I couldn’t find my purse. It seems that someone had taken it, We decided to report it to the authorities the next day because they were too busy. Someone was telling Coe how to get to a gas station near his house that had cheap gas. Coe and this man lived in an area that I wasn’t familiar with. I was trying to get to my car in a lot closer the room 22 (I don;t know how it got there). I remember kissing Coe and telling him he was my little brother (though he was much older than me).
The dream ended when I woke at 7:15 a.m. as I was walking to my car. The dream happened somewhere between 4:30 a.m. and 7:15 a.m.
I have no idea how to interpret this dream. Usually I can figure out pieces. For example, I have been applying to online universities. I use a name for Lars as a password for almost every thing. Coe and I did have a brief kissing session when I went to the wedding of a friend and got drunk. I got gas the other day and was looking for cheap gas. I don’t know what the number 7 means but my birthday is on the 22nd. I usually remember and have the most vivid dreams just before I wake in the morning. But I haven’t slept so late in ages. I don’t know why I slept so late today.
I keep remembering pieces of the dream even now, over an hour after i work up. I wonder what it all means. Maybe nothing, maybe something. Maybe I’m anxious about going back to university. Maybe I miss Coe. Maybe I miss Lars. Maybe.