I remember having hair that went to my ankles and it was in a braid. I undid part of the braid because I think I slept in it and needed my hair to be upbraided every once in a while.
I played some kind of board game with a coworker that was similar to Scrabble. Once I was done, I put the game away in a dirty old plastic bag and left two crumbled up packs of Five gum (strawberry flavored). I didn’t understand why I put two packs in there and grabbed some and started to chew it. I put too much in my mouth and it took a while to get it to fit so I could chew it without struggling.
I left the large college room (with windows) that we were in and went into a library area. The nearest area was a bunch of round wooden study tables and between that area and the aisle that went by the books were a few copy machines. I noticed reflections of light moving like if there was a disco ball nearby. I looked for it and found a spinning metal fixture instead that was a disk and the reflective edges were about 3-4 inches wide.
While I stood there trying to chew my gum, I heard a siren outside of the doors at the end of the hallway. I stood back to let the paramedics through. I thought about how crazy it is that that was the fourth 911 I saw in 2 days. People were dropping like flies.
Later, I was trying to walk around a gym area that was converted into a classroom with picnic table-style seating. Some bigger people pushed against the wall to allow me through, but I thought it would be easier if they remained seated.
I got to the door I needed to go through, but the speaker in the room used me as an example and told me to go through another door. Everyone was watching me, so I went through that other door and closed it behind me. I listened to hear what that was all about, but they were silent. I let go of the door knob and it opened about 4 inches. I saw that the students were still watching me. I tried closing the door, but it wouldn’t stay closed.
I walked out of their vision and looked around the room. It was used mostly for storage and as a workshop. The floor was made of concrete that was painted gray. I tried to remember if I had ever explored that room and remembered I went in at least once. A friend from high school was sleeping at an old school desk with his head down on his arms. He was wearing a faded long sleeve sweater.
I looked to my right and saw a plastic organizing bin with small clear plastic compartments. Each one was labeled with old scotch tape and markers and red pens. I then remembered that the area was used for newspaper printing. An object on the bottom of the bin moved when I thought about moving a compartment and I remembered that the room was said to be haunted.
There was another part of my dream from before these where I became close friends with an assassin. It was weird though because he hid a rifle inside of a professional high tech archery bow. I thought he was crazy, but let him hide it in my fridge and once in my kitchen cabinets. His wife was jealous, though.