My Dreams Keep Getting Weirder!

Hey Reader, I hope this entertains you.

Yesterday Had a dream that I moved to an old university called St. Thomas to complete my last year of college.  It had a lot of character and seemed to have a Roman theme going on.  The dream started in a courtyard filled with green shrubs and 4 stone benches that made a square formation there was also a big stone arch behind one of the benches. I sat on the bench by the stone arch, just across from this nice girl in a yellow hoodie who was also majoring in English Literature (my new major); she initiated a conversation with me and began to teach me to play guitar chords using a pillow(I would strum the pillow and form chords on the pillow too).  The chord was Fmaj7 to be exact. Anyway, I realized that class was going to start soon because the courtyard was beginning to fill up with students; in a panic, I stood up and started to walk aimlessly toward a class with an unknown location. I didn't have a clue where my class scheduled.  I backtracked back to where the blonde girl with the yellow hoodie was but she was gone.  

While searching for her, I bumped shoulders with this Asian fellow who I later learned was Chinese.  I showed him the map of campus and he indicated to me that he knew exactly where to take me.  We began our trip from the courtyard to the northwest region of campus where my class was going to take place.  As I followed him, we passed several buildings made of smooth gray stone blocks and laced with ivy. There was a huge grass field located in the center of campus; it was being used for sports such as soccer and lacrosse.  We walked along the boundary of the field that had a huge stone wall beside the sidewalk (sorry I’m not too good at describing what I’m picturing). When we got to the end of the field, we walked up a flight of stairs which brought us level to a busy street with several cars and old buildings. From its appearance, this area of campus felt like London or the old areas of Victoria.  We continued along the path which ran parallel to the side of a huge white house and its backyard.  We stopped along the path by the sycamore tree where several people were gathering.  Apparently, this student’s friends were waiting for him by the tree and in the tree.  His friends were two Chinese girls and another Chinese guy. This guy had an afro on his head and two tiny afros growing out of his cheek bones.  They all started to speak Cantonese and began to laugh at me since I was Chinese yet didn’t understand a word they were saying.

While they were chatting, I noticed something really tall and skinny coming into my peripheral vision: it was my good friend Jon who was walking on stilts. He came over to me and explained that we needed to run an errand.  We built a wooden bed, placed white bed sheets on the mattress then someone loaded a man’s body wrapped in white cloth.  Jon and I began to carry this bed into the house with the big white wall. This house was quite old in the inside; everything in the cottage house was made from cherry-wood and polished really nicely.  I soon learned that the deceased man on the bed on our backs was Martin Luther (weird huh).  We brought him up the first flight of stairs. On this floor, there were two rooms which each contained a wrapped body: Francis of Assisi and Mary (the mother of Jesus).  The two rooms were lined with windows to let light in and contained nothing but the wrapped bodies. 

Since these two places were occupied, we decided to bring the bed up another flight of stairs and set it down in the attic. The attic was well lit and contained a couple of low wooden tables which were lined with low log benches on each side. There were 3 kids in the attic that seemed very pale and lifeless; each child wore a plain white hospital gown.  Two of them were playing alone: one was sitting on her rocking horse and the other was trying  to use his mind to bend a spoon. The last child was setting one of the tables with silverware, tea cups and plates. While he was preparing the table, he spoke to Jon and me and asked: “Would you two like to join us for tea?” I politely declined the invitation as we set down the wrapped up Martin Luther and headed back for the stairs.

Then I woke up! Darn this is weird!

Good Day Space Cows!