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Meat class? · Dec 13, 09:17 AM
Filed Under: Matts-Dreams

I had a dream this morning where I was taking some classes for my degree at MIAD but the classes were at Purdue and Anne and I were living down in West Lafayette. Unfortunately, I don’t remember a whole lot of the dream, but I’ll write out what I can recall and hopefully it will make some sort of sense.

It was my first day of classes and I had my schedule and a map of the campus, which looked pretty much nothing like how Purdue actually looks. I don’t remember what classes I had. I know I went to a few classes in the dream, but I don’t remember anything about the classes I went to except for the last one before I woke up.

I had just come back from a previous class and my next class was starting soon. This class was weird because it was only a half hour long. All of my other classes were three hours long like at MIAD.

Anyway, it was the first class and I had some note about what I should bring. It said I should bring a raw steak. So I opened the fridge and got a big steak, then I took it out of it’s package. I’m standing there holding this big hunk of raw meat and suddenly I realize that class is starting NOW and I’m late! I freak out and stick the meat into a zip lock (I don’t know why I took it out of the package, I think I put salt on it or something). I run out of the apartment, luckily the building where the class is at is right next door, though I didn’t figure this out until I got outside and consulted my map/class schedule.

The building was super old and weirdly designed. I got into this old elevator that opened to the outside of the building and the dream then switched to third person view, so basically I was watching myself do these things, though I still had control of myself? Anyway I get into the elevator and the door shuts, but my view is still from outside so I can’t see myself anymore. After a few minutes waiting I somehow realize that this elevator only goes to the basement and I need to go up to the second or third floor. My view is still from outside the elevator doors, though I know that I am in the elevator hitting the door open button frantically in hopes of getting out and getting to class. Finally the elevator doors open and I watch myself come out. Then I run over to the main entrance and go in and this time the ‘camera’ follows me.

I go upstairs and find my classroom and go in. Inside the classroom it is very dim, it’s like an old study, there is a fireplace with a fire in it and the walls are at angles like the room is in an attic or something. The camera view of the room is really close to the floor. I walk in, take off my coat and sit down on the floor like everyone else is doing. This girl I know from MIAD, Ryann, is teaching the class and she says hi and that I’m late and the class is pretty much over.

Then I woke up.

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