I'm not someone who usually remembers my dreams. When I do, they tend to be on the weird side. Last night, I actually remembered one of my dreams. It was kind of funky, too. Check it out:
I was standing in front of The Chateau, which is a student dormitory from my college, Middlebury College. But it was different. Normally, it looks like a European structure. But in this dream, it looked like a craftsman version of it. With the dark wood trim and everything. It was a bright, sunny day, and I looked up only to find that the sky was actually the ocean. Thinking that was cool, I tried to lay down on the ground only to find myself not on the ground, but in water. I stand back up and look below me, but all I can see is solid ground, covered in bright green grass and light spotted with flowers.
Then it hits me, I'm dreaming! I say it out loud, and as I do, the grass in front of me starts turning brown and dying. This starts spreading out in tendrils. I jump up into the air, yelling, "No, no no no!" As I'm in the air, I float around so that I can touch the origin spot of the dying grass and I make it live again. The rest of the dead grass is also fixed.
Suddenly, I'm inside of the Chateau, at a bar (which isn't in the real Chateau). And a guy who looks like Artie from Glee was sitting next to me, talking about how I just made a dumb move. I stand up and walk to the door when someone standing on the other side of the door squirts some liquid through a hole in the door. It was such a shocking thing, I woke up.
Now that's bizarre, no? Any ideas as to what any of that could mean?