effing Dame Judy Dench

I have vivid-ass dreams.

My school has this policy that over fall & winter breaks,
they send people into all the dorm rooms,
checking for illegal/banned items.
So it is recommended you clear your room
of anything that does not give you
a positive image.
My dream took this idea a step further.
In it, your housing the next year was decided by your disciplinary record.
It's a competition to get good housing, so people dish dirt to administration,
in hopes of getting better housing for the next year.

In my dream I was walking down Spring (the middle of campus) going to class. A faceless friend ran to me in a panic. His fear crawled under my skin. "Greg, someone told the administration about your empty liquor bottles. They raided your room." I began to run but the scene morphed into an office. There was a big oak door and I heard a voice tell me to come in. I opened the door and Dame Judy Dench was sitting on one side of a conference table.

The scene around me felt like a corridor I remember from a Star Wars movie. I just remember Vadar and kind of a window to the right of him. It also felt like this Olan-Mills photo of me when I was a child. The backdrop in the picture of me was a fall orchard scene. I was wearing a cardigan sweater. I felt really distressed while taking the picture but when I saw it, I wanted to go back to that dying orchard.

She began talking about the effects of alcholism and I started screaming and crying. I don't know why, but it made her sympathize with me. I believe I was getting her on my side by playing injured. I really wanted to get my good housing back.

We then went on a lunch break and planned on meeting up afterwards. I went to the cafeteria, where some people I knew were sitting down. I went over to them and noticed that they were drinking. I started to walk away, but they pulled me back over and started forcing drinks down my throat. I knew they were trying to ruin my chances of good housing, too. Then I got really drunk and start making myself drinks. I was screaming on the inside because I knew I still had to meet up with Judy Dench. As I began to sip on a screwdriver, Jusy walked by and stopped. She stared at me with her piercing eyes. That sterness that one her an Oscar for playing Queen Elizabeth. I then began to chug the evidence away and told her that it was orange juice, and that I loved OJ.

That's when I woke up.