Dream from last night
Aug. 22nd, 2018 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelRelevant info -- before going to sleep I watched Netflix. (Anti-rec for horror movie watchers: do not watch Archivo 253. I thought it would be cool because hey, I could practice my Spanish, albeit with English subtitles, but it's dreadful. The plot starts out pretty stereotypical, with four people who might be ghost hunters breaking into a mysteriously abandoned psychiatric facility that had rumors of abuse and exorcisms while it was operating, only it doesn't really go anywhere. Like, the "scariest" events are ... lights on an EMF reader, doors occasionally slamming, and a bunch of screaming and running. Fear the wobbly camera! Anyway. Not worth the time.)
So, dream.
I had gotten accepted into a local college and had to register for a dorm so I was flying around (literally; apparently my wheelchair could fly) and then got in line at the Spanish-focused one, and KW (my BFF from actual college) was in line ahead of me which seemed like a good omen.
It was a single line but there were two people behind the signup desk; I went to the one on the left just as he picked up the phone, and the people behind me started to go to the guy on the right, who finally was like "I'm going to help this person since she was in line ahead of you".
There was no paperwork, just ear capsules with recorded messages. The capsules looked like styrofoam spheres, maybe an inch long, and there were three of them that went in my left ear one after another. There was also some sort of outfit, including a hat with a feather, that I ended up wearing as a signal that that dorm was mine.
I went home -- my dream wheelchair no longer flew but did go about 25mph so I just went in the street, except for some random detour through a parking lot where I almost drove into a deep puddle.
Home was the house I grew up in, and when I got there I looked through the window next to the door, and a long time friend of the family was there, so I posed in my new costume outfit thing, and she got all excited and let me in.
She also asked me, in "French" (except in retrospect it was Spanish) where the French club meets, and I didn't speak French so I understood the question but couldn't respond in French, so I responded in German to say I didn't know.
My mom, who was home also, took the ear capsules out to look at them, and got annoyed that the serial numbers were embossed, because that meant they might rub off. I didn't understand why that was a big deal.
...and that was the dream. I suspect the repeated stuff about Spanish had something to do with the Netflix movie, but. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
So, dream.
I had gotten accepted into a local college and had to register for a dorm so I was flying around (literally; apparently my wheelchair could fly) and then got in line at the Spanish-focused one, and KW (my BFF from actual college) was in line ahead of me which seemed like a good omen.
It was a single line but there were two people behind the signup desk; I went to the one on the left just as he picked up the phone, and the people behind me started to go to the guy on the right, who finally was like "I'm going to help this person since she was in line ahead of you".
There was no paperwork, just ear capsules with recorded messages. The capsules looked like styrofoam spheres, maybe an inch long, and there were three of them that went in my left ear one after another. There was also some sort of outfit, including a hat with a feather, that I ended up wearing as a signal that that dorm was mine.
I went home -- my dream wheelchair no longer flew but did go about 25mph so I just went in the street, except for some random detour through a parking lot where I almost drove into a deep puddle.
Home was the house I grew up in, and when I got there I looked through the window next to the door, and a long time friend of the family was there, so I posed in my new costume outfit thing, and she got all excited and let me in.
She also asked me, in "French" (except in retrospect it was Spanish) where the French club meets, and I didn't speak French so I understood the question but couldn't respond in French, so I responded in German to say I didn't know.
My mom, who was home also, took the ear capsules out to look at them, and got annoyed that the serial numbers were embossed, because that meant they might rub off. I didn't understand why that was a big deal.
...and that was the dream. I suspect the repeated stuff about Spanish had something to do with the Netflix movie, but. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯