Mansions and no-show celebrities

I awoke from my first dream and promptly forgot it, although there were two lines I kept repeating throughout it that almost made it through to my brief awake time, one was just one word, and the other was a longer, flowery run-on sentence. They were my mantras in the dream, but completely escape me now.

I fell back asleep and my second dream woke me up, in fear, and My Guy too, because I cried out: we went to stay in a huge mansion hotel. It was dark and vacant. We decided to walk throughout, from room to room we went: just dust and antiques. We were pretending to be Bill and Hilary Clinton. We came upon a library and a bar, on opposites sides of a floor, I went into the library and My Guy went into the bar. Once inside the library, I realized it was more of a kitchen; there weren't any books, but there were several large, white square serving platters with piles of slices of moist-looking yellow cake with glossy chocolate icing. The room looked as if it were left in a hurry. I made my way to the bar, and found Guy, he was walking around the room, then he was inside the rectangle bar. I joined him and used the soda gun for a coke, it was delicious but I went about looking for rum to add to it. Then there was a noise just outside the door, we both headed toward it, somehow I ended up in front of Guy; the room was pitch black and I stood just beyond the door as it pushed off its latch and slowly began to open. This is where I began to moan/shriek and I stirred almost awake until Guy woke me and asked me if I had a bad dream; he had heard me moan in fear.

The next dream was on a college campus, not one I recognize. I was with Guy and a girlfriend of mine, we were sitting on low bleachers awaiting some event. My friend and Guy got a little too friendly for my liking and I told Guy how I was feeling, he remained unconcerned, as did my friend, so I walked off hoping to cool down, or find something better. Everything - streets, grass and cars - had that slicked-down look of post rain. It was growing dark as I left campus but I remained only one block away. As I came upon a corner I saw an older man and woman rushing across the street in what looked like panic, or fear. I watched after them a moment then continued in the direction they had come from. Walking uphill, I noticed a younger black couple walking toward me with a ridiculously ugly dog: it's head was a hairless box, there were welts and scabs along it, and his snout looked as though it had been sawed in half. He was creepy looking, but I didn't want to offend the owners and I felt sympathy for this ugly pup, so I said goofily as I passed by, "Tough dog!" I made it just past them before they turned and called back for me, demanding that I come back to them. The taunting in their voices was thick and I began to run in fear.

The last dream I remember from last night again finds me on a college campus. I am apart of some group or program and we are attending a high profile party. I am uninspired but go along. The campus is like an outside mall: dirt walls and dirt floor, but the floor has been paved over with ice. We travel down the corriders on tobagen-like contraptions. I speedily go on and on, until I arrive at the "party". It's basically a hut full of bored-looking or snotty-looking people. I sit around, impatiently awaiting the likes of G. Clooney and other handsome men promised in the brochure. None arrive, though throughout the evening false arrivals are countless.