Morning of August 15, 2009

The first dream had to do with the head of my department. Lots of fuzzy, indescribable things were happening. I walked to his office and saw that all his stuff was packed up. I thought to myself, "I wonder if he has any books that he doesn't want to move that I could have." So, I walked in and found him sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking off into the distance. I asked him if he was leaving us, and he told me that his contract was only for one year. He was in good humor about this. I had the impression that he was the one who decided to leave. He acted kind of sad, then, and told me he was afraid what would happen after a failed stint here. I told him that I thought his resume was fine enough, even with this one year. Couldn't he find a job with a company, instead of a university, for a while? Isn't there something he'd always kind of wanted to work on in industry? He seemed a little uplifted by that, so I left.

(shift)

I was laying on my bed in my room that I lived in back in the later elementary school years. I think I might have been playing with myself a little. I wasn't trying to get off, just idle hands... Anyway, there are some people I know driving this very, very old red convertible car around my back yard. There was a house behind our house, and a little driveway that led back to it, and they were driving along that, back and forth. At one point, they saw me watching and smiled at me. I guess some other people were wandering around outside, because a group of three or so saw me and made as if they would like to come talk to me.

So, I guess they got in the front door and then into my room. They were saying comforting things like, "it's ok" and things like that. One of the women, a plain-looking woman about forty, decided she wanted to jack me off. I think they wanted my seed for something. Well, she tells me what she's going to start doing, and fucked if I didn't mind that at all! Then, everything shifted. Why does it always do that when something good is about to happen?

Later, I go to school and enter my office. There's only one or two people there. It was my first office. I guess they had started moving people out of it. Eventually, some of the people that were in my room earlier came in and told us they needed to count the money. We never kept money in the office in reality, but there was this safe, and they opened it and started counting. Then it was a blur for a bit. Eventually, I find myself back in the office, and all the money's gone. Well, it's not my money, so I don't care too much, but it reminds me of the head of the department leaving. Maybe they're related? He's certainly not leaving in real life, though.

This last dream is just an image. I think I crawled out of a manhole type thing. I don't think it was a sewage or drainage pipe. It was just an underground storage area or something. Maybe it was attached to my college? Anyway, there is a scene spread out before me. Imagine a bay area, with flat buildings and cars and such, and a towering mountain along the side of the bay, but not in the water. I was about a third the height of the mountain, though, so everything was small and flat. I didn't feel incredibly large in my dream, though.

It seemed like just another kind of "cluttered imagery". I see clutter a lot in my dreams; just stuff lying around that seems like filler. None of it is dirty or really out of place. It's not really messy, it's just that I guess my mind needs to fill in the gaps with something interesting. Maybe my waking life is so spartan that my subconscious is frustrated by it. Maybe I should invest in some artwork or some such rubbish to decorate my space. Eh, maybe it means nothing at all.