Open to Interpretation

Sometimes a dream gives you more insight into your life than reflective thinking can.

I dreamed that Cory, Trenton, and I were playing a game in an open renovated school. The game broke up because Cory had to go do something else, but Brandon would be starting a new game soon.

Between games, I decided to go into a school and sit in on a conference. Everyone there was supposed to be dressed in either maroon or orange, and by chance (or conscious re-assignment) I was wearing a maroon VT shirt as well. We were all gathered to listen to an old lady talk about... ethics? Or maybe it was philosophy. I wasn't supposed to be there, but I grabbed lunch anyway. Then, I met another girl who wasn't taking the conference seriously. She saw me having a drink of lemonade during a powerpoint presentation and offered some of her "water" from a water bottle. She made some suggestive comment that it was vodka, and the conference speaker singled her out. Then, she said something sassy back to the speaker. Then, we broke into groups and started talking about storybooks. I ended up with this sassy girl, whose name was Sarah, and we started... cuddling?

Could our feelings by day be the plot of dreams at night?