It was summertime. My mother, father, both of my grandmothers, two family friends (and their twenty-something daughter who, in the dream, looked like she was at least fifty), and myself, were taking a trip to Tallahassee. Tallahassee is home to Florida State University, where I will be attending college this fall. In the dream, Tallahassee was also known for its stunning beaches.
We were all staying in a "hotel" that utilized rooms on the second floor of Landis Hall, where I will be living while at FSU this coming school year. Coincidentally, my room is on the second floor.
I was staying with some random girl (I think it was my future roommate, but I'm not sure) in a very tiny, "skinny" room. Why I wasn't staying with my parents is beyond me. Anyhow, I decided that since we were in Landis Hall, I should probably go exploring and find my future dorm room (room number 244 -- which is the number in real life).
In the dream, however, each room had two different numbers. I thought my room was 617/244.
As I was nosing around the hall, I realized that the RAs were already there for the year, and all of their rooms were on one floor, next to each other. The rooms were all giant and lavishly decorated.
I couldn't find 617/244...I soon realized 617 was the wrong number. I was looking for 644/244. When I found it, I was shocked to see that it was my own bedroom from back home. It had the same strange, pentagonal shape, blue carpeting, etc. However, it seemed like someone was living in my room for the summer. I was very disgusted, because not only was someone "dirtying up" MY room, I was being forced to live in the same old room I had lived in for eighteen years.
