An account

This is my first post... Anything in italics is a real-world/waking thought and not in-dream. I am just going to copy-pasta from my offline DJ, wall of text alert: Sunday, 27 February 2011 I was in a building, quite possibly a university building. I start in the foyer/atrium and go up 3 flights of stairs and down a few corridors. Cannot remember why I was there. After some time I realise I am lost and take some random turns and staircases believing them to be correct. On one staircase there is a midlevel kind of lounge with a glass wall overlooking the atrium. MF (not seen in years) is sitting cross-legged reading a book with headphones on, on a big chair at small table. Find myself in an office-y space with quite a few people working (normal desks but long). See H and <PERSON> standing at the corner of a table. S is wearing flowery dress. Go to talk to them. Cannot remember what they asked. I responded with something with "well I will just go out with -" listed 3 celebs (racking brain) and leave. Walk between desks and window (about 30 ft), turn left at end and path is blocked by tall thin metal cupboard. Stop and rest hand on desk next to someone and realise I am holding my calculator. Go back the way I came where H asks me if I am lost, to which I said that I would find my own way out. Then <PERSON> stands up (was sitting next to H and SB, working, wearing tight black normal clothes) and says that she would take me, and something about playing sweethearts? I do not want to take here hand (mine are sweaty as usual - hyperhirdrosis) but she does not offer. Calculator no there anymore. Takes me down corridor a came in by, then left, which I also came down but which now seemed really long. She takes my hand and jogs down the corridor through a few double doors. Corridor alternates between shadows and well lit (over distance not time). Maybe a few more open spaces to the right, doors to the left. (may have gone left down some stairs to another identical level heading perpendicular.) Tunnel get smaller and thinner and she tells me to watch myself and giggles (best word I can think of to describe it - lovers' laugh?). no longer holding hands and she is ten feet ahead of me now and tunnel is getting so sort I have to crawl, which she finds amusing (how I crawled). Then it gets really tight and she shouts words of encouragement but I get through. At some point in this, she had turned into <PERSON> (hair from the last photo I saw of her, clothes from a while back - black stripy top w/red braces). Now all walls are carpeted but each "room" (no dividing walls/doors) is own definite but deep colour, everything seems spot-lit. Go past dark green room to outside dark red room to where <PERSON> is. She asks if we should play 'sweet spots' or 'sweethearts' I cannot remember. I do not know the rules so she demonstrates on someone who is now conveniently standing next to her (black girl, possibly from skins, in blue and black hoody). <PERSON> tells me that you poke someone three times - she pokes girl (who now has male chest, cannot see face) three times in the chest/shoulder, counting it out - then tells me to then name a sweet spot. I wonder what happens after that." Wake up I said that I had memorable dreams, here is the floor plan of the upper level: <URL> (not embedded, too big) and a video: It was all like a shoddy uni building - thin carpets, single pane glass in painted metal frames, very used table (could not see any graffiti though).