Another Odd Dream

So, I overslept this morning, and in the process had another weird dream.

This time, I was staying at someone else's house. It was a house full of boys, and it seemed like campus housing, but it was right on the beach. It acted like the ocean, but it was only about as wide as a big river, kinda like the Mississippi down near Memphis. Anyway, I'd been in this house before. Apparently I'd known the people who had lived there previously, and had spent a good deal of my nights sleeping there. Now the current residents were the junior MEEs that I know through ASME. One minute I'd be staying in some random downstairs room that was packed to the brim with furniture-they had been stealing and hording during a crisis-and the next minute I was staying in one of their rooms, alone. I get up and go to the beach the next day, and a girl I knew my freshman year that I didn't even know that well was there, and we were letting the waves carry us out into the ocean. I was telling her the best way to do this, even though I've never been more than 20ft out into the water. When we were riding this wave back in, it got really big. So big that it was crashing down on the house, and people were scattering. It was this weird mix between a wave being held back by an imaginary wall and a flood...you could still move around outside without being in water, but the bottom level of the house was flooding.

My main concern during this whole flood/tsunami-ish occurence was that I had laundry in the upstairs of the house and I really needed to get to it, fold it, and take it with me so I would have clothes to wear. Seriously, how boring am I?

"Oh no! I need to save my laundry from the flood!"

So I go back into the house to save my laundry, but I can't find my way around. I keep getting so frustrated because I don't know where I'm going, but I know that I should be familiar with my surroundings. I have been in this house a million times, why can't I find the bathroom where all my clothes are?

I finally found them and began folding. This house is being swallowed up by a flood, and I'm folding my laundry as the water is coming up around my ankles. As soon as I got the clothes all folded, I was able to gather them up, go down the stairs, and leave without getting wet, and escape before the wave really crashed down on everything.

Odd, isn't it?