I was riding in a jeep, one of those that don’t have any actual sides and make you feel like you’re flying down the road 80 miles an hour wrapped in a plastic sheet, towards apartments.
Name: King and Queens.
The apartments exist, I’ve just never been there. The weird thing was they were on sand. It was an apartment complex in the middle of a Sahara desert. Like Dorothy’s house had floated into Oz, so had this apartment complex come to exist behind my college campus. The location made it impossible for the police to track (how? Talk to my subconscious), which basically meant that they were a drunkfest 24/7.
We get to the apartments and I walk towards one I’m familiar with. The music is pulsing from the living room. I walk in. There aren’t a lot of people there. The floor is sand, but the living room is the only room that seems to be like that. No one else is going into any of the other rooms.
The scene shifts. The room is crowded now, and I can see someone running towards me through the window. I seem to know what’s going to happen. A 24 year old guy is being dragged across the sand floor towards me. He’s beyond gone, and barely conscious. The guy is dumped onto my shoulder, and even though he’s a good 50 pounds heavier than me, I seem to be supporting him just fine. I just shake my head and start walking towards the kitchen. A girl standing in the kitchen barely glances at us as we walk by. When we get to the edge of the room, the guy wakes up enough to pass me a check.
For 5,000 some-odd dollars. (Oh how I wish this was real life!)
He gave me a look like, “We’re even”, leans over my shoulder and vomits everywhere, then passes out. I drag him upstairs to his bedroom and go back partying.
The scene shifts. I’m ready to leave the party. It’s around 2 in the morning. The sandy apartment I’ve been in has now reached maximum capacity.
The scene shifts. I’m riding in a car towards campus.
The scene shifts. I’m walking towards the frat houses on the other side of campus. I’d told the drivers of the car that I’d just walk back to my dorm from there. Walking through the houses was a shortcut. I’d never been inside them, and as I trek up the stairs my stomach is in knots.
The scene shifts. Each house is huge and catered to the specific fraternity’s needs. I’m standing in the doorway of an attic. One half of the room has a sloping roof and a raised stage floor. A group of guys are sitting there, some drinking beers, some playing cards, all of them talking to a each other. Girlfriends are scattered sparsely throughout the group, but for the most part, all of the guys there seem single. I say hi and tell them I’m just walking back to my room. Some of them smile and one offers to walk me back. I say no but sit down and listen to them talk for a while.
The scene shifts. I’m walking down a hallway listening to an a capella version of Glee (Wednesdays at 9 on Fox, watch it!). It’s coming from a room down the hall. Peaking my head into the room, I realize it’s an impromptu performance. People are crowded around the center ring of people, who are swaying and clapping and letting the music go. A man in the corner spots me and walks over.
“What are you doing here? You haven’t been invited. Get out!” he says to me. I shrink back but hold my ground.
“I’m just walking through and I heard the music.” After a moment of awkward silence, I add “They’re very talented. Are you their director?”
After a while he lets me listen.
The scene shifts. It’s around 4 am now. I’m walking around the edge of a pool. Stadium lights have been set up around the outside of the patio, so even though the sky is pitch black and cloudy, the pool reflects stars of light.
The scene shifts. A couple of guys have joined me outside, and somehow I’m wearing a swimsuit. I don’t want to think about where I might have gotten it. We’re all laughing and smiling. My feet are dangling in the water. Somebody pretends they’re going to push me under, but I slip below the surface of the water anyways. The water is cool and refreshing, and as I look up into the lights shining brightly above, shimmying with the waves I made —
I wake up. And that’s my dream. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d151H2KUaf0
