Western

The Majority of this dream happened at what I thought was western, but I'm not sure if I knew that I was in my house for the first part of it. I woke up in my bed (in my dream) and walked downstairs to my living room, where there was a circle of about 6 people, mostly guys except for Lindsey Beach. I had forgotton to put on pants, and so I had a shirt and my underwear on, everyone else had pants on. I remember turning to I think Zach, who was on my right, and telling him that I just didn't know this was something that I was supposed to wear pants for. I was a little embarassed, but I got over it pretty quickly, and it helped that no one seemed to notice that I had forgotten my pants. We did some kind of an activity, it was like icebreaker activities we used to do in Key Club, it was very stupid. As soon as it was over, I went back upstairs to get some pants on. Instead of being in my house now though, I was in college at western, and my brain had concocted a giant room that was partially seperated by walls, I'm sure because I'm aware that I'll have suitemates and not just a roommate, however this arrangement was entirely impractical.
This entire structure was like a stone tower, we were at the top of it. There wasn't a complete roof, so it was open to the outside, and the stone was in disrepair, very crumbly and old. The yellow dot is Evan Dix, who I guess was my roommate, and he's who I talked to first. I went up to him and told him how I had forgotten my pants, and how funny I thought that was. His eyes were barely open, I think he was stoned, and he showed no sign that he found any humor in the situation. I looked down and realized I had my shorts on already. I didn't remember putting them on, but I figured I must have already done it and not realized it, and that's why Evan didn't see the humor in the situation. The green dots were a bunch of girls I didn't recognize, they were supposed to be my suitemates I guess, but it didn't really make sense since none of the walls closed in any rooms, the walls just kind of seperated what were supposed to be our individual rooms. The red dot was Evan's roommate when I went and saw him at western, and he was playing X Box, just like he was when I was really up there. I was embarassed that my story about forgetting my pants turned out not to be funny, because the girls were watching me from around the hot tub (the blue oval). Now it was breakfast time, and me, Grayson, and couple other people walked into a cafeteria I've never seen before. It was ridiculously well-stocked, and I commented to Grayson how the other meals sucked, but breakfast sure was amazing. I trolled around the cafeteria for a while and ended up sitting down with a styrofoam bowl full of what looked like chocolate soft-serve ice cream with a dallop of spaghetti sauce around the edges. Grayson had exactly the same meal, so it didn't make any sense when I became curious as to what the spaghetti sauce in Grayson's bowl might taste like. I stuck the back of my plastic fork in the sauce and stuck it in my mouth, and instantly realized that he wouldn't appreciate what I had just done. I said right away, "Sorry, that was kind of a gross thing to do". He confirmed that yes, it sure was, and that he hoped I wouldn't do it anymore. I didn't, and just sat there and ate all my meal, which was indeed ice cream with spaghetti sauce, and it was pretty gross. By the end of it though, I had learned to like it. After i finished, I went back into the main part of the cafeteria and started looking for a hot dog, someone had one and it looked good. I saw chicken and rice guy standing there with a chef hat on, and he had a plate of hamburgers and hot dogs. The hamburgers looked like chalky rags pressed into patties, and the cheese on top of them wasn't melted and was brittle and always falling off of them. I asked for a hot dog and he said something nonsensical and put a miniature hamburger on my plate. I told him that no, I wanted a hot dog, and he said something else nonsensical and put about 1/8 of one of the hotdogs on my plate, next to some pancakes I already had. I didn't have any idea where these miniature hamburgers and hot dogs were even coming from, they appeared nowhere on his plate, or why he thought I wanted these small versions of what I asked for. I went back and sat down, and made up some story where the guy said something about chicken and rice, which he never did, just to get a laugh out of the people I was sitting with.