I waited a bit too long to record this dream, so I don't remember much, but I felt it was too long and complete to be considered a fragment.
I was at FSU, and had just moved into my room in Landis Hall. It should be noted that the university's campus was huge, sprawling, new, and incredibly beautiful. Landis Hall was huge, too, about the size of a hospital, and laid out in a similar fashion. Each floor was giant, and seemingly neverending.
I had a corner room on the second floor. My roommate was my online friend, Pete. I was so thrilled to be living with him...I knew we'd have an amazing time. However, as we began to decorate the room, a rift of tension began to form between us. I had lots of ideas for decorating the room; Pete dismissed them all. At one point, I hung a framed photograph of James Barbour in one of our windows (there were two large windows on either side of our door, much like a motel room) so that passersby could see it. Pete thought this was a ridiculous idea (which it was, although in the dream I insisted that the window was the "perfect" spot for the photo).
I also suggested that we get a bunch of candles to put around the room. I mentioned that they weren't allowed, but "nobody will ever know." Pete was shocked to think I would want to break the rules, and said something very nasty which I cannot currently recall.
Another one of my suggestions, that we go to Bed, Bath and Beyond to purchase paper towels and a paper towel holder, was also shot down. I was quite distressed by this point.
At some point, Pete and I found ourselves in a lounge, full of black, leather recliners. There were long, wooden tables set up with strange-looking computers on them. Pete was sitting alone, playing a Sim game, which I thought was strange, because earlier he had told me how much he wanted to socialize and meet new people.
Now, for the really fragment-y bits:
I was sitting at a stool at a tall, round table. There were several other similar tables in the room, and I began examining the people sitting at them. I recognized several people -- I had gone to middle school with them.
My infamous crush, "Bob," appeared out of nowhere. He looked different...a lot older, paler, and he had bright blue eyes. He struck up a conversation with me and began acting like we were old friends. Apparently, he was the RA of the entire residence hall, and everyone looked up to him as a sort of big brother, or much-loved camp counselor.
Bob followed me everywhere, continually informing me of his anti-gay sentiments, and making me more furious by the second.
There was a ton of anti-gay publications/groups at Landis Hall, and I decided I wanted to leave.
