I had a dream early this morning that I was on a date, only I think we were in a college dining hall (how romantic, I know). It wasn’t very eventful, but she was a nice girl. Part of my dream took place on a bus, and my date and I were sitting in different seats. I was unhappy because even though she was really nice, she didn’t seem too interested in me.
Later on in the dream, I was suddenly in my last super-senior year at the University of Delaware, but instead of living off-campus, I was back on campus at the Ray Street dorms. The dorms were bigger than they were in real life — they were more like large apartments with lots of bedrooms. It was move-in time, and I was the next to last person of five or six to move into our dorm room. I was unsatisfied because I ended up having to take a double bedroom instead of getting my own since I checked in too late. I felt that since I was a senior — a super-senior even — I should get the nicest single bedroom. Oh well.