Buhdda boy

Last night I dreamt about a friend of mine that went off to a Buddhist monastery for a break in life. In my dream I was walking back to my high school (which is something I seem to have in dreams sometimes). I was initially looking for a parking spot. For some reason I didn't want to drive far. I found a spot, got out, was walking towards the front of the school and there was my friend. He looked much older.... lines on his face, crepe-ing skin, and he was wearing draped clothing and seemed to have a bit of a scraggly white beard. He had his kind of smile on his face... more with his eyes than with his mouth. He looked exhausted, happy, and sad all at the same time. I said "you're back!" I was really happy to see him... and really happy to see him happy. He took me to show me his room he was creating. While at the monastery, he (and maybe them) made a wooden alter of sorts...very nice but plain. He was humble about it and said it had been through a lot, so at one time looked better. A coworker of ours was there and kind of controlling... wanting to label what "this" was... his experience, the room he was creating, the reasons, what he should do next, and so on... I wanted her gone (mind you in reality, a very sweet person).

A previous dream... hmmm I was walking.. but seemed like I walked there before in the dream. I was trying to get home I think, which was a long walk. I was happy, because I was going to get to walk through this mountain area with rock formations. I hadn't been there in a long time. I walked through and the beautiful rock formations were all painted. Not by graffiti artists, but by a land developer. The entire rock was covered in orange and blue shapes and the land around it had new housing that was in between mobile homes and a house. Poor quality... gave me a sick feeling. I walked down the hill and then was with a girlfriend. I wasn't sure where to go.. and I don't think I had any money with me. We walked onto this car wash thing. It was part carnival ride, part car wash. Big and colorful. It was next to this restaurant, more of a fast food type place, so we slid down and went in. There were two men in there who we ended up knowing. One was Hugh Jackman (there is a wolverine poster on the way to my apartment ;)) and I'm not sure who the other one was. They were fighting, verbal and a bit... hmm not with fists but more with their feelings and anger. Hugh then somehow was my boyfriend. So I was waiting for him to be done so we could leave, but there was a nice feeling of not having to worry about anything because he was there watching out for me.