The Dream of November 22

I've been dreaming a lot lately, or rather, dreaming things that have been memorable enough for me to hang on to some details as I wake up. This, along with the fact that my entire body has been aching for the last few days, suggest that I've got a virus or something.
Oh, well, let's get down to business right away, shall we?

The first few parts of this dream are shorter "scenes" and I may not be remembering them in chronological order, but they feel as if they belong to the same dream somehow.
In the first part of the dream I'm outside this house with a group of people. I don't see myself as being younger than I am, but it feels like a school trip and next to me is a girl I haven't seen for something like ten years. I'm fairly sure I've actually dreamed about her, and mentioner her, before, her name is Nina.
The house looks like a small cottage, really, but the front door is open and peering inside I can see that the house is large and that the room I know we're going to in a bit is huge. We're receiving instructions about what to do when we get inside, and how we're getting inside. Everyone's supposed to walk in twos and there are some rules concerning what colour clothing we should be wearing. Some pairs have to be dressed completely in blue - not like a uniform or anything, just any clothes of any blue kind - and I know there are two (possibly three) other colours represented too, but I can't remember which ones they were. Then there's the other group, where there's no rule for the colours of the clothing, and that's the one Nina and I belong to. But it still feels like the clothes we're wearing have been selected on purpose by someone else. I'm struggling to remember the sequence in which we were all sent inside, but I have a hazy memory of being sent inside, and waiting for a moment before proceeding to the room furthes in and being seated on a bench or something by the wall on the opposite side of the entrance. It's decorated much like a sitting room of an old cottage, so that part seems somewhat consistent.
I remember there being teachers there too, one of them may have been one of my computer teachers from high school. For some reason, I am unwell. I can't say what it is, but it's as if they spot me being about to fall to the floor because I have a distinct memory of a rather beautiful, heavy-set woman sitting down next to me and me resting my head against her lap while she strokes my hair and she and the other teacher scold me for not taking care of myself properly. Apparently, I'm very sick. How I do not know. Maybe everyone there is.

My next memory is still a collection of friends together in one place as if on a trip, but the ones I remember this time are from my uni. Beppo is there, I think, but we don't talk to each other. Jonas is the one I have conversations with. We're no longer in the cottage, I'm no longer ill, but it still feels as if it's the same exact location as before. This time it's more of a warehouse than anything. We're talking about something and I make some kind of comment about him and living in a proper house rather than a flat. I think there's a sort of socialist/communist edge to it, as if it's bad to live in a house because that's too posh and he's too much of a "leftist" to want to do so. But it's clearly some kind of joke because he laughs and says "Yeah, becaus it's not as if I actually live in a house back home". For the record; I have no idea if he lives in a flat or house back home.
Then a teacher arrives. This time I can't quite put a face to him, even if it feels like the same computer teacher as before but somehow morphed with one of my art teachers from uni. He's saying something about installing a door to campus. One of those big silvery ones that really large garages have and we're all a bit confused. We want to know where on campus it will be and he tells us it'll be on "our end of it" and not the other side and we want to know if they're going to close off the old doors then so that we all have to use this new door, and he says "no, it's just a new door". I think we approve of it.

Then the dream shifts. I'm on a bus going back home. This time I'm carrying bags with vinyls and CDs in them, and I feel tired, and I know it's reeeally late - or really early, depending on how you look at it. I'm now with my friend Louise (Not Lovely Louise from Norwich, but the girl I've known since I was twelve), which in itself is odd as we don't really go to gigs and things together. Perhaps it should have been Kit, but since we were on a bus in some strange version of Jönköping I guess Louise just fit in better. We're at the back of the bus and a man gets on. He reminds me of Patric, but I don't know why. The only apparent things they have in common is that he too seems to be in his early forties and he's got luggage and some vinyl bags too (Patric buys a lot of vinyl, he knows quality music!). This man has very short hair and wears glasses, and he heads for the back of the bus where Louise and I are seated. Looking around me to see how much room there is I realise that I've got quite a bit of luggage, almost as if we're on our way back from the Burg-Herzberg festival or something. I move some of it aside, to allow the man to sit down. As he does I make a comment about a band I know I've just seen, and then I remember that I met this man wherever we were going back from and that we talked about or saw the band in question live. But I'm afraid he won't remember me. He does. And we start talking.
It gets odd here, because it's still the same trip home, but every now and then a few seconds or a few minutes disappear, and it happens a few times more from here on in. I'm going to write [break] to illustrate when this happens. It's a bit like watching a film that's got some parts missing.
[break] We're now at the bus stop by the school where Louise and I first met ("junior high school" or whatever one wishes to call it, grades 7-9) and the side of the road we're on suggests that we had been on our way to Öxnehaga (the area in Jönköping where I spent nine years of my childhood, and Louise still lived when we went to school together) before getting off the bus. We're discussing which bus I'm to change to in order to get home. She says something about no 34 (which as far as I know does not exist and definitely does not run there) and as we're talking I'm moving around a bit, restlessly, like I often do when waiting for a bus. I'm out in the street but suddenly become aware of a bus coming at me at full speed and I hurry onto the sidewalk. I can hear the breaks squeak as the bus stops, but for some reason it stops on the wrong side of the road. Then, another bus comes along, from the other direction, also at full speed, and this one seems to be headed right for us, almost as if it's trying to run us down, but at the last second it turns as to not hit us and the driver slams on the breaks. This one's also on the wrong side of the road.
[break] The drivers and one more man are now outside their buses, talking loudly and cheerfully about a party they're going to or something, not paying any attention to us despite the lateness of the hour Then they get back on their buses. I think one of them is the one I'm supposed to take but both Louise and I are too scared to get on the buses. The man from before is nowhere to be seen.
[break]
I'm on a bus heading into the center of town again, and for some reason I don't know exactly where it's going, I only know it's heading in the wrong direction and I try to find a good place to change to another bus, only I don't know if any other buses are running at this point. Then we pass a bus stop that has one of those big electronic "counter" thingies that lets you know how many minutes there are until the next bus leaves and I see that the next one runs past my house and that the morning buses are already running. I quickly get off the one I'm on, it stops inside some sort of building and there are doors to get on to the platform (much like some tube stops have a wall in front of the tracks and the driver has to stop the train so that the doors of the train are in the same place as the doors of the wall on the platform - same thing here, for some reason) and I wave to the driver before leaving the bus.

And then I woke up. I should've gone back to sleep but found my head too full of memories from this dream and I just had to write it down. A long one this time, I hope that there's SOMEONE who can get through the whole damn thing.