I dreamt I was playing some sort of Tomb Raider-esque game, but I was in it myself, with my friends Beth and Ruth. You had to light three different candles to open a door to get out of this underground cave which had a lake in it. This lake made it difficult to do the task at hand, and when I'd finally lit the last candle one of the others went out and I got so angry that I gave up.
I'm not sure how we left the cave after that, but we did.
When I got back to my uni house, one of my housemate's friends came over and invited me to a party someone was having in another one of the houses. I don't think I got to go in the end. Charlotte and Amy came to visit me and we got talking about this party I'd apparently recently had. Sarah B'stard from The New Statesman was there too, for some reason. She was annoying me so I said loudly "At least YOU didn't do the the catering for my party!" And I remembered that she had, and she'd poisoned the sandwiches which I'd purposefully avoided. Charlotte and Amy had had some too, but they'd just been ill. They did a dance to demonstrate this.
My Nana also came to visit me at uni, and I had loads of bananas and cups of soup all over the room.
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