Here it goes:
I’m in my college room, except it’s not actually MY room, it’s more like a generic (but much nicer than in real life) hostel room with a big bed and a chest of drawers and generally more western look…I think there’s a carpet, which is probably what made me think of it as western. I’ve just bought a new netbook, which says “Toy Edition” in big silver letters somewhere on the bright red cover- which of course means I’d never actually buy it, but for whatever reason I dont mind it in the dream.
[Note #1: My laptop has been on the fritz for a while now, and I’ve been thinking of getting it replaced. I’d been thinking for a few days that if i get a decent intern, I can buy a netbook, possibly a proper laptop, even if my father says no].
Another weird image that might not be from THIS dream: my old dysfunctional laptop, except now it looks like appropriately shaped blocks of gleaming black marble, which I have newly WASHED, to sell, of all things).
Meanwhile, my mother has come to visit, and we chat for a while and then she leaves. which of course is also unrealistic.( Because she stays. For a long time. And then takes me somewhere outside. And keeps talking, and talking. Which I don’t really mind, I guess, given that she only comes once a year, at most- I generally go home). A little after she leaves, I realize I never told her that I bought the new netbook. Then, I’m lying on the bed and I move around, and something falls to the floor. I feel it and it’s my cellphone, and it’s back cover is sort of chipped/broken. But I just go back to sleep. Then I wake up (still in the dream ) and on top of the chest of drawers I find the cell phone, which is still chipped, and which I suddenly realize is my FATHER’S.
[Note #2: my father uses 2, I think sometimes 3 cell phones at a time, and uses them a lot, to the extent that he goes through phones quicker than anyone I know. After a while the sweat from his palm corrodes the keys on the phone so much that the numbers are all smudged.]
As it turns out, in the dream I’m mostly happy about the netbook because even though it says “Toy Edition”, it has a nice swiveling, “flattenable” screen and it’s really comfortable to read ebooks with. Like a touch screen, although I dont think this one was a touch-device.
The room is a little dark, so I don’t notice everything at first (also, of course, it’s adream, details are usually not in great supply). But then suddenly I see that on the corner of the top of the chest of drawers is a Kindle. Which in the dream is actually some curved, cooler looking thing, although I do recognize it as a Kindle (which, if you didnt know, is Amazon’s ebook reader. All of you DO know, right? RIGHT?)
Now, I realize that the netbook, which I primarily bought as an ebook reader is now slightly pointless, because my mother (or father, because im guessing if his cellphone’s here, so is he) had bought me a Kindle as a surprise gift. At this point, the alarm by my bed rings, and I wake up. For real. EXCEPT, the alarm rings in my HEAD. The REAL alarm by my REAL bed was set to ring in another 4 minutes.
I can’t be the only one who thought that was weird, right? If anyone (ideally, of course, someone who knows me, if it’s to mean anything) cares to interpret it for me, feel free to do so in the comments. Or elsewhere, if you think it’s totally the right interpretation and you figure it’s something I’d rather everyone else didn’t know .