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I was in this house. It was like a storage space/temporary home. No decorations, stairways and halls leading off in directions I didn't seem too concerned with. Everything felt compact, as if the house were cheap. I also lived there with Maya, but that doesn't matter to the dream and I only saw her once.
It felt like I lived there, but there were periods where it was more like a restaurant, a large group of random people all eating around this one communal table it seemed like the space opened up for. They didn't really talk with anyone other then those they came with. I feel like I was a host, and it was my job to mingle with our 'guests'.
At one point a straight jockish boy had an argument with his father. It ended up with him sitting back in his chair feeling bad about himself as his dad continued to eat. I go over to him, perch on the edge of his chair, and comfort him. He confides in me with mumbles, and rests his head on my chest. I lay my hand on his knee and hold him close. I feel like he feels better about himself. Then it becomes more then that, and we flirt. He begins to get an erection in his basketball shorts (green and gold, oddly enough), and it goes on from there for a little, until suddenly he doesn't like me anymore, and he starts yelling stuff like fag and shit like that.
The strange this is, I really got this vibe within the dream that he was based off of someone I know but I can't even begin to think who.
Anyway, I'm hurt. I stand up and leave the table. I don't remember how, but I end up outside. I feel like it was accidental (fell out a window?) because my only instinct is to get back inside. From the outside the house is old, falling apart almost. It looks as if they build it bit by bit, adding rooms here and there until it didn't look like it had any order. It was covered in rusty fire escapes, interestingly sized windows in interesting places, and maybe even doors. It didn't even look like such architecture should be feasible, but such is the magic of dreams. It was surrounded by a small garden, like a moat, it turns surrounded by trees and fences, and thats where I was.
I tried to get back in in the most bizarre of ways. Climbing down a drain that lead into the back of someone's cupboard. It was full of branches and leafs, and I found three cell phones on my way down. I think I was with other people, but I lost them along the way.
Jumping onto fire escapes and stretching out to windows, pushing them upwards and open and squeezing in.
I ended up in a lot of random rooms before I found my own. It seems like the house served as a boarding house for hundreds of people. In each strangers room I made my way into, I would acknowledge them with a 'sorry' and go on my way. It's funny to me how some of these people seemed amazingly interesting, but all I wanted to do was find my way home. I made it eventually, but I don't remember how.
Now I'm watching A Knights Tale. I know every line and thats funny.