Usual Dream

In half-asleep state, I notice people walking down the hallway.  I can see their feet through the crack beneath the door to my room…person after person after person, a long line of people filing down the hallway to Ella's room. It's like 3:30 in the morning.  The door to my room opens and I realize Scott must be back.  Scott and Adrian come into my room and convince me to get out of bed to come to the party, which is in Ella's room down the hall, which I had never been told was happening.  It's happening in honor of Scott returning, and he literally just got back.  Alright.  Put on a polo shirt and go to her room to socialize.  Kate Lockhart from high school is there but doesn't remember who I am, even though she's been dating a kid who was a friend of mine since we were all in high school.  Whatever, she's annoying anyways.  Another girl asks me for a can opener because she wants to make beans.  I go to the kitchen, which is a super-nice kitchen, and start looking.  Alex Neher, who also lives in this apartment with Ella and me, is chilling there.  I start talking to him about how everyone's been gone and how I've been all alone at the apartment, and how I'm glad everyone's back.  I discover another cool cutting board feature in our kitchen.  Ella comes in and I remember I'm looking for the can opener, but she says it's probably a bad idea for drunk people to be cooking over an oven, and I realize that that's probably smart, and I don't want to look for this dumb can opener anyways because I have no idea where it is. 

Yada yada yada, I'm at a beach in the early morning, got here before the crowd, which means that I can watch porn here.  Open up my computer and start watching some porn.  The chick isn't doing it for me, and maybe I shouldn't jerk off on this popular beach in Los Angeles, so I put it away and take the sideways elevator back to a different stop on the third floor.  I realize the elevator is about to stop again on the third floor before my stop, with my floor-3 button still lit up from being pressed.  This is gonna be embarrassing--it's bad enough to take the elevator down a single floor, but I'm not even going up or down, I'm just going to a different spot on the same floor.  When the doors open, I pretend like I just came up and get out of the elevator.  I cut through the carpeted preschool/dormitory common room-type area back to my apartment.