Last night I had my first dream about King's, but unfortunately, it was a nightmare. I dreamed I got to King's, opened the door to my res, walked down the stairs, and all the first floor was one small room. not separate ones. There were numbers above the beds, like the room numbers. Davis was a couple of beds away from me, and everything was super squished. She was really angry with me because I couldn't stop crying.
I went outside, and another friend, Phil, was there, and he isn't going to King's. He was fine and happy and had everything figured out. I was confused and couldn't figure out where to go and it was very dark. I felt lost and disconnected. I hate those dreams.
The same night my mom had her recurring dream that she has parked the car somewhere and can't find it, only it was that she had parked her car somewhere in Halifax.