whirlwind at the college

at first i was at what looked like a college, and i was with someone who might've been Anj. we were students in a hall and walking around. suddenly, there was an immensely strong wind blowing. it was so distracting to enjoying the moment, that i commented on how ridiculous the wind was. i pointed to a room that had papers flying about in the air due to the wind being so strong. then, Anj started walking somewhere that she had been planning on going. since we were hanging out, it was expected that i follow. so, she walks into what looks like a big, college hang-out type of living room, like from a frat house or dormitory or co-op. it's filled with mismatched chairs, sofas, furniture--a lot of it is worn out and crappy. but the room is filled with student-aged people, particularly guys. she walks there and starts talking to some guy there. for some reason, i'm not feeling the scene and don't feel like hanging out there, so i tell that Anj i'll see her later and she says "ok." as i'm walking away, i'm upset about something in the room--like the condition or setup of something. and there's an elderly white couple who are in charge of the place, and the woman tells the man he should change what i'm upset about. and he's very grouchy and proud and tells her i should tell him myself if i have a problem with it. i gladly walk out of the room, not concerned with the old man's response, and close the door to the room, the door that is completely torn up and doesn't really even close, just swings.

i walk out into a kitchen that is absolutely gorgeous and sophisticated looking, well kept and clean. there's nobody around, the lights are dim. it looks like it should be my mom's house. and i'm suddenly very happy and have an absolutely great appetite and cannot wait to eat all the food or leftovers that must be around from my mom's cooking. but at some point, as i'm walking around this college-house hybrid, i'm standing on this black and white tiled floor, in this glass display type of room in a dim light and another friend Ar's voice speaks, without her physical being appearing--like I'm getting a message from God, "jen, you have to flirt"

then i wake up, feeling like i was just sent a very important divine message. haa-ay!