There's this girl, you see.  She lives in my dormitory, and is quite nice.  She rather reminds me of one Savannah Spangler, on whom I had quite the terrific little crush, in seventh grade.  She has a similar appearance; that defined jaw and long, wavy brown hair, and those big, brown eyes.  And, she talks in sort of a low register, and laces her words with sarcasm.  So, overall, a pretty cool gal, eh?  Well, last night, over the course of the wild and crazy awesomeness that is House Wars, we talked quite a bit.  Truth be told, I still have not gotten her name.  But, perhaps that mystery makes these little...dreams, I've been having, possible.
Yesterday, I slept nine hours, and then took a five hour nap after breakfast.  I just wasn't feeling at all willing to do much of anything, so, I took a nice long nap instead.  And, at one point during that nap, I had a dream where someone from my floor came in to the dorm and asked to use my laptop with his printer to print out something.  I don't know how exactly that would have worked, but in my dream world, all is possible.  Then his roommate, and a few other people started to come in.  When a few more showed up at the door, I felt like the organizer of some sort of floor-wide social event.  So, I wafted them in as they came.  And then, people from other floors started to show up, and before long, my room was packed.  I even had to scoot over in my bed to accommodate for some lady-folk that were pouring into the room.
So there I was, lying next to this nameless, lovely girl.  We exchanged hometowns, majors, and for some reason, dining plans (and of course, since this was my dream world, I have no reason to believe any of her information was correct).  As I started to feel like, "Hey, I really like this girl," I woke up to the sound of Han asking, "What size is your T-shirt?"  Nice guy...he tie-dyed a T-shirt for me, out in the courtyard, because I was too lazy to get up and do it myself.  Anyway, so, that dream was over.  And I'm glad it was, because I would have been quite angry with myself had I given into temptation, even in the context of a fantasy.
Well, I finally woke up, had a nice day, and went to House Wars, which we won (duh).  Mudge House, bitches.  Anyway.  As it was a Friday, I told Madison, "Let's just splurge on free minutes."  So, we did.  We decided to sleep with the phones on, like we used to do so often, before I left.  From 3:30 to 10:30, I did not have a single dream.  Then, we both woke up.  We talked for a brief moment, asked if the other was awake, decided we'd fall back asleep, and we did.  And, over the course of the next hour, I had a dream.  A strange dream.  I was at a party, with a whole crap load of people.  And there was a trampoline, for whatever reason.  The events leading up to the very end of this dream are unimportant, but by the end, I was on the trampoline alone.  And there was a big tent over it, so it was all concealed.  And, in pops this mystery girl once more.  For whatever reason, in my dreams, she has an obsession with snakes, and has a baby snake as a pet that she carries around with her all the time.  She pulled him out, and I said, "Oh, right, you're the snake girl."  She assured me he was friendly, and put him down on the surface beside my abdomen.  I clenched my eyes shut.  Then, I felt it slither up my side and brush against the side of my face.  "He tickled me," I proclaimed.  But when I opened my eyes, I saw it was her hand that was tickling my cheek.
We looked into each other's eyes, for a bit, knowing neither of us should go through with what we figured at the time to be inevitable (I'll be damned if my dreams aren't just chock full of passion and all that other sexy junk).  I was about to kiss her, and she was about to kiss me, when we both stopped.  She then took out a stack of red cards.  She held up the first, which read, "Yes.  I do want to be with you."  The second read, "But, I have someone, back home."  The third read, "It would not be fair to him."  The fourth read, "We cannot go through with this."  I nodded, and she left.  I woke up moments later, and staring back at me still was the picture of Madison, on my phone.
I'd like to think that these cards were nothing more than a reflection on my own self-restraint.  I don't know if she has a boyfriend in her home town, but I certainly have a girl in mine.  And she's the love of my life, and it kills me that I'm even having dreams of betraying her trust.  I mean really.  This is the girl I want to marry sometime in the next five years.  And here I am, fantasizing these romantic encounters with complete strangers that catch my eye in the courtyard.  It disgusts me.  But, when I escape that dream; when I regain consciousness, I laugh at how silly the notion is.  Because nothing is going to make me break my promise to the girl I love.