I had a dream that I remember! It doesn't feel especially significant, except that it had a load of recurring elements in it, that show up in other dreams. Maybe as I write it, I'll get it. Why so many Asian girls? Why the color scheme? Why a school setting? It's always school or a resort. In this case, the apartment felt resort-like, it had a dreamy vacation feel, but it wasn't a huge communal thing like they are mostly.
I was in some class, like a drafting class, or something about technical drawing. The classroom had lots of long tables, and I recall there being lots of tools and accessories scattered around, and we all sat at long tables, shoulder to shoulder. It was crowded. I sat next to a young Korean girl, maybe in her early 20's. We became friends, and she invited me to her house. Only "me" was "us" but I can't recall who was with me, they didn't really show up in my dream, except that there was a distinct "us" feeling about it. So, we went to her place. It was a really nice sort of studio apartment, with a second floor mezzanine circling the main room, and it was directly on the beach. Like, walk out the door onto sand. The dominant colors were blue and white and grey, also, windswept and not at all sunny which seems to be typical beach colors for my dream. Muted, cool. Every beach is the same pale grey sand, blue sky, grey-blue water.
So, she invited us to her place, and she hunted all over the apartment for food. She wound up feeding us the Korean equivalent to fancy party food, like appetizers, and delicious little sweets. It was a pleasant experience. There was a lot of fun and kinda had a "girly sleep over" feel, with laughing and being playful.
We saw each other in school later, and were still very friendly, laughing about the previous day. Everything seemed totally cool. Halfway through the class, her mother showed up, furious, looking for the people that ate her food. The girl apologized to the mother, and was deeply ashamed. It wasn't her place, she lived with parents, and they were just out for the day. She moved away from me, and I got the distinct feeling that the friendship was over, just like that. Then, shortly after, a bunch of new people flooded into the class, and while I was up talking to the girl and her mother, they took my seat, got rid of my stuff, and I was the only one left standing. As if I never had a spot, to begin with. Massive anxiety. So, I left the class.
The last thing I remember was being outside, by that beach again, which was also close to the class room, leaning over a rail. Outside, I felt distinctly better, and had that "us" feeling again. I saw people I recognized off in the distance, hanging out on the beach, people I liked and felt comfortable around, and it went a long way to making me feel better.
I'll read this a few times, and figure out what it could mean. It didn't bother me, and it didn't feel all that significant.
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