Weird dream I had last night

Not the weirdest I've ever had, but it's been a while since I've remembered a weird dream. Plus I was strangely inspired to waste 9 precious minutes of my morning writing it down instead of getting ready for work in a timely fashion. So here goes.

I was moving into a new dorm (presumably at Denison?) and David was my roommate. We opened the door to discover that the building was structurally warped, such that the walls of our room (which was on the ground floor) were bent down at an 70-80 degree angle, but the floor was still level. Oh, and the walls were also sort of twisted (I swear, it must still be that time that snow collapsed my tent, twisting it on itself that haunts my dreams...). The windows were weird, kind of like bay windows but they only went out about 4 inches, and they were pretty small for the room (maybe 2 ft. by 2 ft?). And of course, there was only one double bed in the room (which was so small that there wasn't even room for another bed). No desks. Just a bed. So David and I throw our crap on the floor, lay in bed as if a TV were going to magically appear on the wall, and then after a few minutes decide that we were going to check out the rest of the building.

So we get to one of the upper floors (3rd or 4th), and there are balconies! So we hung out on the balcony for a while, and a strong wind steadily increases in speed, blowing against the building. Then seagulls start to get carried by the wind toward the building. They're blown up to it, and basically are forced to run up the walls to get over because the force of the wind won't let them change course (that, or they're really stupid seagulls). David and I begin to fake shoot the seagulls with our hands as guns, because David jokingly suggested that we catch one and eat it, since we haven't had time to go grocery shopping yet and it's dinner time. Then all of the sudden a seagull crashes/lands on the balcony with us, and I grab it by the neck and bash its head against the railing.

I give the bird to David, who starts skinning it. Then we both gut it, but we do it as if we're doing a dissection, being careful to preserve the organs intact as we take them out. I take out the ovaries/oviduct, and then see these weird organs inside so I take them out. It's a pair of blue reniform/spherical structures and a pair of red ones. I think the shapes were slightly different between the two colors, but I don't remember details. And I'm pretty sure they weren't connected to each other in any way. I ask David what they are, and he says "duh, it's the (insert nonsensical molecular gibberish, much like the chemistry that was in Bob's James Bond paper, here), don't you remember anything from your dissections?"

"Oh yeah, that's right." I reply. Even though I dont' think I had any idea what the hell he was talking about. Then for some reason I go downstairs, and I throw away our pizza boxes (yeah, I don't know where they came from either). I also brought some more of our stuff up to the room. So I walk down the hall, past the receptionist who is behind a big glass window (oh, and the walls look like Morrow's lobby). I'm now walking to our room, which is apparently upstairs now. So I open my door, and all of the sudden David isn't my roommate anymore. Liz's little sister, Maggie, is. WTF?! She's sitting on her bed, which is the bottom bunk of an L-shaped arrangement (Blair and Erin style). She's braiding someone's hair (I don't remember who), and there are two other people sitting on the floor (playing video games? I'm not sure). I'm also not sure who they were. One of them was Reyan maybe, or Josh, and David may have still been there? Two of those three maybe. But I really don't remember.

This is where it gets fuzzy, and I wake up. Two minutes before my alarm goes off. But I think that it's an hour and two minutes before my alarm should go off, so I go back to sleep right away and re-enter the dream for like 10 seconds before the alarm wakes me up.

Weird, huh?