I was on what was supposedly a "class trip," but the people on the trip with me were from all times and places in my life. There were some people I knew from high school, some from college, and some even from middle school. My former boyfriend Chris was also there. He and I seemed to still be together at this point, and we were sharing a room.
The events of the dream took place on Halloween (which, incidentally, was the last day that I saw the aforementioned former boyfriend. So, really, that's not incidental at all). We had just arrived at the strange hotel where we were staying. The rooms looked like oversized dorms: cinder-block walls, metal beds, and rough blue carpet. There didn't seem to be any point to the trip besides partying. We weren't in any well-known city, as far as I could tell. In fact, I don't even remember stepping out of the hotel itself. Throughout the dream, I kept waiting for something to happen. I kept waiting to leave the hotel and find a reason that we had taken this trip. I seemed to be the only one concerned with this, though. Everyone else was happy partying down in the hotel.
Early in the dream, Chris told me he was going to go visit one of the Halloween parties. I protested, saying he should want to spend time with me, but he left anyway. I stayed in the hotel room and tried to read, but there was loud music all around and I couldn't concentrate. I stepped outside my room for a minute and looked into the hallway. A guy I knew from middle school was throwing up into a water fountain (though some of the vomit missed the water fountain and hit the floor). I felt nauseous. I walked past him, down the hall, and could hear one of the parties. Something stopped me from going in, though. I told myself it was because I wasn't wearing a Halloween costume, but there seemed to be a deeper reason as well.
I went back to my hotel room and found two other people already there: a guy and a girl. The girl was asleep in the bed. I tried to push her over so I could lie down too. She awoke and glared at me.
"What are you doing?" she said,
"This is my room and my bed," I said.
She said, "I've been sleeping with your boyfriend. I thought you should know. I'm staying in your room tonight."
So Chris had been cheating on me, and this girl had been cheating on her boyfriend as well. The guy in the room turned out to be the girl's boyfriend, and they started a fistfight with one another about the girl's promiscuity. I left the room, went down the hall again, turned around again, and returned to the room.
When I opened the door, I saw Chris. He looked completely different from when I had seen him last, though. He had a buzzcut and was wearing glasses and a new polo shirt. He looked guilty, and I knew he had been trying to avoid me. The girl and guy had left the room, and it was just him and me.
We didn't really say anything. He knew he was guilty, and he knew I was hurting. I just looked at him and started pacing the room. There were posters and pictures on the walls now, as though we were moving in or something. It didn't feel like home, though, and I knew things between Chris and me were going to be very different from then on.
