weird dream

   For some reason, I am struck with the wish to record my dream last night so here goes. Was kind of back in England? (Note the inflection tone of my voice when I tell you that.) It was almost like a split world in that I knew I had to go back for another month and a half/for the rest of the summer. I'm not quite sure if my vantage point there was from America or if I was in England preparing to leave, knowing I had to come back. Then I WAS in London...the layout was different. I remember having to cross really tricky streets by just running when traffic was clear and there were just lines and lines of people, us students, preparing to move somewhere. Was I moving back in to the flat? But Ian was there and I think Devin and maybe one other American friend...we were all carrying bundles of possessions and making this trek kind of down the bankside (that looked way different, almost like a cartoonized map version really) of the Thames and around a corner to our building. It was and wasn't different to my actual flat I had there. The kitchen had been remodeled somehow...there was now a dishwasher and a TV was mounted on the wall. I remember my flatmates were there. I think I felt Shubha's presence bustling around the kitchen; it was like we were getting ready for one of our flat dinners. Charli was definitely there. (I've been thinking about her a lot lately and I miss her.) Arun was there, too. I don't think I remember him as much in the dream as waking up and knowing he was there.
   Then I remember being back in the cartoon map landscape of London for a bit and then it was like a lot of the people I got to know there in a museum and we were being taking on a tour, and I think one of the tourguides was vaguely a British comedian. We first met up in this cramped room with museum lighting. Everyone was kind of hyped, running around. Charli was there again with her boyfriend vaguely there, and other people had sort of paired off since I'd last seen them? And then Greg was there, only he sort of split into two personalities which made me really paranoid somehow. The two versions looked just slightly different, maybe one had a little different hair, but it was like looking at the same person from two different angles. Then I used dream logic to tell myself it was the same person and then there was only one version after that. I just remember going through this museum, breaking off in a group that walked faster and went ahead. I thought we were going to get into trouble, but the British comedian, who I think was our teacher in the dream, was good and just took over for those who lagged behind. I remember going through an impossibly big staircase and then when we got to the next floor, there an equally impossibly small hallway which still had artifacts hanging. I backed up into one and knocked it on the floor and expected to get into trouble, but instead the tourguide shrugged it off after putting it back and said, "The walls are made for people knocking into them" or something and then I noticed the walls were basically plywood, made in places to look better than that. Also, in the newer flat kitchen, there was more wood accenting. I remember the presence of my friends throughout.