Robert and 30 roommates

Date: 8/21/2016

In my dream, Robert and I were roommates and he decided to rent out the apartment to other roommates. There were people everywhere. I had to share my bedroom with a strange woman and she was on my side of the bed. I had to get up for something, to see that she rolled her way to my side of the bed again, and this time I believed it was on purpose. I was also confused because the apartment layout kept changing with each new roommate I encountered. I found that my things were being used and there was no order or semblance to who was sleeping where, what belonged to whom or what privacy meant. Men and women were in every corner of the apartment, which seemed to grow larger with each person I encountered. I started making assessments of who I would like and get along with and who I would make it a point to avoid. I decided I would be okay with my bunk mate, but then that person changed so I got even more frustrated. I couldn't find Robert anywhere to confront him. Finally, I saw him, and he was taller than I remembered. After a half a minute, I realized it was someone else I was talking to, not Robert. The refrigerator was filled with food and fresh veggies, but none of it was mine. I was in a panic when I realized I had to get to work in the morning, I should have been asleep already, and I didn't have any lunch to bring with me. Some woman asked if I had some cereal she could give her kid that's easy on the stomach. I didn't go into my usual gluten free rant, I was so angry and tired and frustrated at that time. I just pointed out some gluten free hot cereal like cream of rice. I kept waking up in the night feeling frustrated and angry that Robert would do this to me—as if I was actually in the dream—and then getting back to sleep and finding the dream continued, which fueled the flames to get me even more angry and frustrated. The whole apartment was communal and I just wanted to be left alone. There was a cool and funny part weaved into my frustration: the apartment layout kept changing. My bedroom kept changing physically or morphing or both. At one point there were different types of windows (shapes, sizes, locations) that were open and I had to keep closing them. While the fresh air was nice, I didn't want to get cold in the night. Plus, and this is funny, I didn't want anyone to come into the house. Imagine, having 20-30 people living there, I don't know any of them, and I was concerned about a stranger breaking and entering.