Blue hospital gowns and a hunk in maroon

I woke up yesterday with this strange dream hanging over my consciousness.

I know there was a problem, but I couldn't identify the cause. I was in a place away from home, in the company of officemates and friends. I didn't even see any of my friends in the entire dream, but there was one person who stood out very vividly -- and I have no idea who he is.

All I remember was that he was lean, muscled in the proper places, had a moderately dark complexion, slightly long hair, and a face I'd like to bring to mind every so often. His being a stranger to me in real life did not disturb me as much as the wonderful feeling of having my arms wrapped around his torso and his over my shoulders. It was a comforting, very reassuring circumstance. In my dream, I wanted this man. And when I awoke from the weird dream in which he figured into, I wanted to meet him in the flesh, if he, indeed, exists.

But I'm jumping ahead of my story.

The focus of my strange dream was not him. It was a hospital that appeared to have been built behind or above a posh restaurant inside a grand hotel. How it came to be, I have no idea, but there it was, with an entrance door right at the top of a glittering staircase that opens to the restaurant.

The dream starts with my awareness that I was with friends, having some kind of teambuilding away from home. I was troubled, and I went out for a walk in the late afternoon (I think, judging from the lighting of the scene). All of a sudden, this hunk of a man in a maroon shirt approached me and seemed to ask me what the problem was. He was a bit "chinito" and kind of boyish in features, but I know he was not so young. In the dream, it appeared that we were close to each other and could tell each other anything. I talked about whatever it was that bothered me, and he comforted me with kind words.

Then he gestured for us to go somewhere far from the group, where we can walk and talk some more. He placed his arms over my shoulders and pulled me closer to him as we walked. And I naturally wrapped my arms around his waist. It was so natural that I didn't think twice or feel embarrassed at all. We walked and walked and talked and talked, but I couldn't hear what we were discussing and there was no topic that popped up in my mind while the dream was going on.

Then we came upon a building and I noticed that we were already walking over wooden floors. There was a doorway to the right leading to a hall, and the door was open so I could see the corridor. I then said to him, "Hey, this was my old dormitory. This is my college, this was where I studied and stayed for four years." But the place didn't look anything like my college dorm; not even my college. Still, it was the first time I heard me talk about something definite in my dream.

He wanted us to go through the doorway but I gestured for him to be quiet and to just proceed with me to a staircase that I saw after the doorway. I seemed to have warned him that it was late and people might be preparing for dinner or something....

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Anyway, this dream happened a long time ago and this is really a late, late post. But the dream has never stopped intriguing me and I wonder if it has some significance to actual events in my life during that time. Which I don't even remember now.