Dream #3

So tonight I dreamed that I lived on the fifth story of a big, tall, apartment-like building. It was either the top story or next to the top. I was having to move out, and others were moving in, just like in a dorm. They were younger than me and all excited. There was a party going on a floor or two down on the observation deck. I didn't want to pay cover but I decided on my second time by as i was moving out (and pretty much done) I would like to go look down (something that always scared me). The bouncer said 'sure, it doesn't start til tonight anyway'. So I went out and saw a couple people I knew. Once I got to the edge, the floor started bouncing as other people jumped up and down excitedly. I hung on tight. I asked them to stop and they did so I walked to the middle of the deck where it was less apt to bounce. Looking over it was incredibly green, but not terribly beautiful. More like "abandoned lot" kind of scrubby post-urban green. So I decided to leave. ::cut:: Then I was with someone I knew, a girl, and I was looking at her moving into an apartment, one with only two rooms. I asked her how much it was and she didn't want to answer. So I kindof out loud guesstimated to myself. It's more expensive to live alone than with others, I was saying. Some other stuff happened and I woke up.
I thought about it for a bit and decided the obvious was basically right about moving "down" and "out" etc post college.
Then I went back to sleep for a bit and dreamed that K.na and I were moving the last things out, and as we left I saw that this clothing store I'd always loved (at the base of the building) was just about to close and I said 'let's go in' and she was like 'sure' but I could tell she was antsy to leave so I decided to make it short but I kept finding all these things I wanted to buy, esp. since I knew I would be leaving and maybe not have a chance to get them again-- or maybe not even want this kind of thing again, and I was taking longer than I had wanted because I went to try on a dress and felt bad.
With further thinking, I remembered the similar symbolism in a bunch of sleep-disturbingly anxious dreams I had the second night gone from the Unit-house, where I was perpetually trying to climb different ladders, staircases, scaffolds, etc. They all deteriorated or changed or I could not find my floor, and then I would wake up in a sweat, go back to sleep, and do it again. I must have woken at least five or six times. This reminded me of 'not knowing my place' anymore or being 'at the bottom of the ladder' again. The main thing I still do not get about the first dream was the number five itself... I would understand four (I was formerly a fourth year) but five doesn't immediately jump out at me as being significant. It may also be important that it was 5/5 or 5/6 floors. Eh, I'll come back to it.