Personally, it's pathetic to have such a dream when I don't want it to happen in the next year, or at least in the next 3 years to come. It'll just throw the balance way off the weighing scale. I won't be surprised if I am being asked over this when I next see them.
Anyway, I dreamed that this fellow classmate had showered me with love that both surprised and shocked everyone present. He yanked me over the table and patted my head like I was his pet (more like how I love to touch Big Fat's fur).
As if that wasn't annoying enough, I was dragged to a show-house and the real estate negotiator in charge kept disturbing me, describing to me how grand the neighborhood was and how it was not bordered by lower-cost residence and such. People were seated here and there, enjoying a cup of two of coffee or a glass or two of Merlot/Shiraz.
I rolled my eyes and departed the scene, borrowing the toilet.