dreams for 10/8/10

10/8/2010
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Dream: Well… I have decided not to do keywords anymore… I just had another dream erased.  I am getting really sick of this, let me tell you.  But I guess from now on I should copy what I write so I don’t have to start over all the time. Anyway, I had a lot of dreams last night/this morning.  The first one I remember is being on the top floor of some high building and feeling like something was trying to kill me.  If I took the stairs I might get pushed down, and if I took the elevator I might drop 100 floors to my death.  Not fun.  Ultimately I picked the stairs because I thought they were safer.  And I wasn’t the only one up up there.
That dream woke me up before I found out if I got to the bottom or not.
I remember going to the beach with you.  I was supposed to fly back to Chicago but then Ryan texted me and said that my airline had cancelled the flight because of the rain.  Then I was at my old school (the one I went to in Florida) and you were sitting next to me.  I thought for sure that I had already graduated but I stayed in class, just for a little while.
Then I was standing outside my house in Illinois with Ryan.  He was carrying a suitcase and he wasn’t sure if he could come in so I asked my mom and she asked why he was standing out there.  So I came and got him and brought him inside.  At first my house was the one I have in real life but then it changed to a really old one.  My room was on the first floor and my parents’ room was on the top floor.  There was this room right next to my parents’ room… it was like a living room with a bathroom attached.  Apparently my parents were going to rent that room out.  I asked them if I could switch and my mom started in on how much rent would be.  I guess that room was supposed to be rented out (that’s why it looked like a tiny apartment).  She said it would be $200/month or free if I wanted to live downstairs.

My Interpretation:
I live in a very old area of Elgin.  I mean, my neighborhood is relatively new, but right down the street it’s the historical district.  Whenever I drive through the town I always think, “now THAT would be a cool place to live.  This is what I would do if it were my house.”  Then I think about where Ryan and I would live.  Would we live with my parents like Brian and I did?  Or would we find a house right away?  Plus, Ryan finally discussed coming up here the weekend before my birthday because there is a bmw seminar (although that never ended up happening).  Plus, I think houses represent our souls.  How we perceive ourselves and the health of our bodies.  In this case, my “house” is exploring new possibilities and letting another boy into my house and my life.