Going to try to get some of my dreams down here because the most recent round is still fairly fresh in my mind and seems pretty interesting.

I dreamed that it was my first day going to a simply massive university. Weirdly, the university seemed to consist mainly of one gigantic building. (Once more, my dreams take place in a large indoor location, even when it makes no damned sense. I am even agoraphobic in my dreams. )

The first part of the dream that I can recall, I am lost (of course) somewhere in the upper floors of this building. I think it had at least thirty floors.

I am lost because, while I managed to make it to my first class of the day, I have completely forgotten what other classes I have for the day, and need to go get a new college calendar from the office on the first floor in order to figure it out.

This is quite like the dreams where I am back in high school and can’t recall what classes I have at what times that day so I have to go ask in the school office. This actually happened to me several times when I was in high school, and it was always embarrassing because the secretaries would always make a big deal out of having to look up my schedule in the file cabinet.

I think this was because they did not want students making a habit of using them as their schedule keepers instead of actually filling out the schedule themselves. And you just know some teenagers would totally do that. The fact that I was not that kind of student was not exactly evident, given what a mess I tend to me and how I dressed all heavy metal back then.

Anyhow, this recent dream was the same sort of thing, just academically upgraded to a university that is primarily in an office tower.

And that kind of works, really. Office towers have offices for teachers and conference rooms for classes and break rooms for faculty lounges and so forth. I rather liked the atmosphere. It somehow felt a little homier and more relaxed and informal than the rather stiff vibe at a typical university.

Not your standard view of academia versus the private sector, but I am a distinctly nonstandard sort.

So there I am, in the dream world, wandering through a maze of corridors and conference rooms and lounges and so on. I keep having to pass through classes in session, or at least looking into them to see if there is a door leading to the stairs down to the next lowest floor. This is, of course, the thing a social phobic wants the least, but in my dream, I soldier on.

Not really much of a choice, to be honest.

The reason I have to keep looking for the stairs is that the elevators just don’t go all the way up to the floors I am on. This is not impossible in real life. I have been in buildings where the elevators do not go all the way up. I figure this is because the extra floors were part of an expansion and they decided that, to save having to expand the elevator shafts (which I imagine would be complicated and expensive), people could just use the stairs for those last few floors.

But still, not real likely. Whatever. Dreams.

So I have to go down at least three or four floors just to get to where the elevators start. At some point, I even tell people that it has taken me all morning just to get to the elevators.

The elevator is where things start to get seriously weird. For one thing, it’s a very large elevator, the size of a small office or break room itself.

It has bulletin boards on the walls, and I notice there is a notice on the wall that announces that the elevator now has a special express mode for people who need to get to the ground floor in a hurry.

Boffo, that sounds great, I think. The faster I get down there, the faster I can catch up with where the hell I am supposed to be right now.

So I press the special “express mode” button, and as others file into the surprisingly roomy elevator, I tell them this will be an express trip and they should be ready for a bit of a ride.

When I press the button, a strange pink plastic object is ejected, and I eventually figure that, in order to engage the express mode, I have to find the place where said object plugs into the elevator wall.

I guess, to keep people from engaging express mode by accident. Whatever.

So it’s a little like a drop ride going down, which I find fun. Then once I am down there, I ask some people where I would go to get a new calendar, and then things start getting really weird.

I am led to this spooky and abandoned looking building which I am told is the offices of the university, and some doors open up and this spooky evil voice says something like “Who goes there?”.

I tell it I want a new calendar, and it cackles evilly and says “Oh, I think I can make something like that for you..” and I get the feeling it is making some sort of evil automaton horse to act as my calendar. (What? Dunno. )

At that point, the person who brought me there says “I am so sorry, you should not have to deal with such a being!” and I get the feeling that said person is going to hold off the evil creature so I can escape.

So I start floating (yup… floating… ) as fast as I can towards where we came in, and I am terrified that this evil creature is going to get me.

Eventually, I escape, or the scene ends. The next bit of the dream I remember, I have gone to more or less a random class with the intention of asking my fellow students to borrow their calendars at the end of the class. But the classroom is warm and I end up falling asleep during the lecture.

And when I wake up, it’s the next day of classes.

Sleeping in my dreams again… that is just so weird.

Anyhow, as usual, there was more, but those are the major plot points.

Now, to go back to sleep, and dream anew.