Mice, Dreamed 11-14-10

I was a little girl with a white mechanical mouse that my mother hated. I puked near a vacuum cleaner, apparently I was always getting into some sort of trouble. The mechanical mouse turned into a real mouse. I brought it near the vacuum and it seemed to be perfectly fine. The mouse had turned black. I gave it a belly rub.

I was in a field with the mouse picking grass. He was looking for a very specific type, it had a strange name. The mouse said this particular type of grass tasted bad. A few other people and I were helping.

I brought some of the grass into a building to give to the professor. I wasn't wearing a shirt and I was no longer a little girl. The university and the people looked like something out of the 1800s. At this point the dream was sepia toned.

The professor was taking orders for luggage from the students to keep their books in. I looked at some of the examples he kept on the shelf in his office. There were a bunch of guys in the office picking up their luggage or placing orders.

I went back downstairs so I could put a shirt on. A friend of mine was sitting on my bed (which was in the middle of a common area) chatting with me. We discussed how it was easier to set an alarm 1.5 hrs before having to be somewhere and hitting the snooze for a half and hour rather then setting it for 1 hour before needing to be somewhere and having to get up right away. He had ordered a really flowery purple bag for his books, not typically what you'd see a guy carrying. He said it was Russian.

I went back upstairs to place my luggage order with the professor now that I had a shirt on. There weren't enough stairs to get into the room, just a big gaping hole. It was difficult getting back into the room. As I was trying to get through the door he started asking me questions. I think he asked what inspired me. I replied that I inspired myself to dream.