Independence: A Dream

I had another dream last night. My dreams recently seem to be taking a storyline-type feel to it, which is intriguing since my dreams are normally quite random and discontinuous. There are random elements in this dream, but generally it stays together. Here goes:

I am a slightly younger girl, given a cute, quaint, pale yellow house in Florida, all to my own, with a garden surrounded by a fence in the back yard. I go to a college near this house. I narrate throughout my dream. This girl I am is a very confident, self-oriented person. She depends on no one but herself and is very outgoing.

At this new school, I begin a swimming class. I change in a wooden locker room (it much resembles a sauna, with individual rooms to change in with triangular benches built into the corner) and then go out into the hallway to go to class. My swimsuit is one piece and black, but for some reason I wear my orange underwear over the swimsuit. I don’t dream about going to the swimming class.

Next I find myself at a magazine rack in the school, and I am dressed normally. I see a famous man-- I think he is a musician-- on the front cover of a popular magazine. I look up to see him browsing the magazine rack as well. I don’t swoon or get excited; I don’t care that he’s a celebrity, but he is very attractive (by my dream self’s high standards). His hair is long and spiky and dyed various shades of black and white. I talk to him and ask if he wants to hook up. He says yes. At this point I narrate that since I acknowledged him and liked him, that I must have him. I was successful.

I go back to the locker room to change and find a muffin underneath the triangle bench in the corner by the wooden post underneath it. I eat a piece of the muffin and decide it’s pretty good. Suddenly a dog comes out from behind the post where the muffin was, impossibly hidden, like some kind of cartoon character. He is a very large, long-haired yellow lab-type dog, and he can talk, similar to that of Dug the dog on the movie “Up.” I share the muffin with him as he talks to me. I casually mention that it probably wasn’t a good idea to eat some random muffin, and it was probably poisoned, and we laughed about it. The dog was quite articulate, again, like Dug in “Up.” I decide that he is a good dog and take him home. It is then that I learn his name, appearing in text below him: “Belmont Washington III.”

I go home in my nice car (also provided to me) and park. I go to the back garden and notice that the wind has picked up and it’s dark outside. I pay no mind and continue to work in my garden. The view switches the behind the stupid kids that live next to me, who are looking down at me and my garden from their high ledge/cliff, with worried looks on their faces. I don’t like these kids. They know a hurricane is coming and are worried I’ll get in trouble instead of looking at my garden and seeing how awesome my garden is. They run off for cover as the hurricane gains strength but I’m not worried at all and continue to work in my garden through the storm. I wake up here.