Good morning, folks! It's twelve thirty; this is the earliest I've been up in a while. Interesting dream last night, thought I'd share. Oh, one note; night before last I dreamt again about that building. The apartment/dorm building with the elevator.
This time, I noted that the external of the building is sort of like MSC at LeTourneau. Hm. Considering how little time I've spent there, that was rather interesting. It involved some guys wanting to go up. I agreed to let them (I wasn't a guard or anything, I just happened to be there and I had, for some reason, the authority to go in). But one of the guys wanted to get off on the third floor (or whatever the top floor was; it could've been the fourth) and I wouldn't let him (it wasn't allowed). He got partway out the door when it closed on him. I was holding his arm, but for some reason the elevator still operated, and was trying to go down again (because I had already pressed the down button in hopes that the door would close before he could get through it at all). Anyway, I had to cancel it, so his arm wouldn't be torn off (great safety features on these dream-elevators), and somehow succeeded, but then the elevator went up. (So I guess it wasn't the top floor; just the third; I guess that makes the building more consistent with the four story in the other dreams.) Same deal there, and his arm was ok. Then he got back in; I was a bit suspicious that he'd bolt out the door again (I don't really remember what was up there everybody was in such a hurry to get/see/whatever; that sort of thing isn't terribly important in dreams. Though I suppose, if there is anything "real" to these things, it would be good to know anyway.) But it seems the elevator incident made him think that I really meant business (I did, but not quite to that extent), and he came down peacefully.
That's about all I can remember; it was a whole two nights ago, after all.
The dream this morning was what *felt* like a recurring dream, but I can't specifically recall the previous dreams, so it may have just slipped me that feeling of permanence to make it feel more realistic.
Back at LeTourneau, somehow, and I and my roommate were doing whatever. We'd met these girls (here's where the feeling of past dream continuity comes in; I think that part happened somewhere in an earlier dream); the girls in my dream were modeled after Alice, the girl I met at work last summer and her friend Becky (who was also modeled possibly a little, personality-wise, after the girlfriend of my high school friend). Anyway, Becky was "with" me, and Alice was with my roommate. I wasn't terribly happy with the situation, but it was ok, 'cause Becky was ok; we got along pretty well. Anyway, in this dream, it seems that everyone was realizing that I was more attracted to Alice. I don't recall any big reaction on my roommate's part, so he was either ok with it or just didn't say anything; hard to say, with dreams. I didn't get much info about his take on it. Anyway, some semi-recurring event in this dream (it was a life-events dream; the kind that takes place over a decent amount of time) involved walking around a rather large stadium-like building. The only influence I can find off of this one is playing Mario Kart 64 with my friends' family however many days ago; the battle arena "Giant Donut" or whatever is similar, in the sense that you go round and round (though I don't think we ever switched directions when walking). We talked about stuff here (either it was non-specific and the dream just said "you talked", or the memory is fading, but I don't remember quite what we talked about).
The main event was when we went to see a movie (in the giant stadium building). All four of us were going, but Alice arrived before my roommate did, and I arrived a bit before Becky (anybody can see where this is leading now). We waited a bit for them (but not really all that long; I guess this is an indication that she sort of liked me, too), and went in when they had still not arrived. I paid for her admission. It was only two dollars apiece, and I got mixed up a bit (I was worried about impressing her, all take-charge and I'll-pay-for-your-admission and whatnot) and almost handed the guy a ten. I fixed the mistake (probably) before anyone realized I'd made a calculation/estimation error (they probably just thought I grabbed the wrong bill - which was partly true; part of my confusion was due to my not-organized-in-the-way-it-usually-is wallet), and gave him a five, but for some reason the change got all fumbled up and I ended up getting my change in various coins, down to pennies. Probably the influence for the change thing is from counting my neighbor's change the other day.
We were in the "theater", which somehow amounted to a big screen (small-theater-like) that was really just a big projection TV - we even had a remote - that was hooked up to a VCR scheduled to play a movie at a certain time. My roommate and Becky showed up sometime around now (or perhaps while we were walking down the hall toward the theater; the exact time isn't really critical to the dream - or at least I don't think so). I got hold of the remote control somehow and started flipping channels. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember the channel the VCR was hooked into (it was some nonstandard channel, like 263 or something), and had to ask my roommate. Probably the prototype for that was from the same change-counting evening at my neighbor's house, when I flipped channels while he was away and flipped back when he came back. I don't remember what the movie was. I do remember that the theater had sort of bleacher-style seating; it was like a big set of shallow steps, but it was carpeted (it was, after all, a theater). Alice lay down to watch the movie, and she was lying in front of me. Somewhere along the line we were on the same step, and when she got up for something I slipped my arm under where she'd been lying. I asked her if she minded, and she said she didn't and laid down again. So it was sort of like I was holding her, and that felt pretty good. And apparently during the movie my roommate and Becky hit it off pretty well, too. So that was good, all around.
Then, somehow (my memory is sort of blurred here; or perhaps the dream just did one of those jumps), we were at a house. I don't remember much about that; I should write these earlier, and not go to parades in between. It makes you forget things. I think Alice was cooking something on a grill or something. Chicken in wine sauce or something; something with a wine in it. It was on a deck, I remember that much, and it could have been something based off of the deck we may build on our house here, because I think it was my house; my parents were there, anyway. Mom came out with food, or something. Maybe just to make sure we were all doing ok. That's about all I remember now.
Odd, that Alice would pop up again. I mean, she hasn't exactly played a big part in my life. The only real thing is that I was attracted to her, and found the attraction odd. And strangely powerful. Especially seeing how I still think about her (albeit in that abstract sense that isn't really the person anymore). I'll have to look into that whole thing again. Pheromones, HLA complexes, etc. Interesting stuff. And maddening. Sheesh.