What would Freud have to say about this?
the night before my psych final
I have to go to a mall to take my psych final and I get there and can't find the room where I am supposed to go. As I wander around trying to find it, my panic increases exponentially. I end up at some security headquarters "backstage", which is to say I wasn't supposed to be there but they can't tell me where to go either. I finally get to a room with desks and it's empty. At this point, the dream sort of shifts gears. Now I am with my boyfriend (no idea who he is) and some other friends in the mall. Upon my suggestion, we decide to go to a pizza by the slice place before attending a concert. It's a really big mall. One of my friends didn't like the pizza choices available and another was mad that I got the last slice of "penguin pizza" which is the same thing as hawaiian. All of the sudden, the power cuts out and everything in the mall goes dark. We wander around a la Breakfast Club and end up sitting around a fountain chatting with my dad and some random people we met at the mall.
Ho, Ho and Ho
during break
In this dream, I'm married and probably recently so because my husband and I (again someone I don't recognize) are still kind of sickeningly love-dovey. Somehow I didn't puke myself awake. We were both chefs, working in our own restaurant. At one point, we were sitting on the roof among giant, dilapidated Christmas decorations (lots of angels and red and green) cuddling. Again, the no puking thing is kind of surprising.
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