Dreamblogging

Just woke up from an incredibly lucid dream. I'm home sick from work, and I went back to bed after calling in.

I was wandering around the grounds of a college campus that was similar in a lot of ways to Tech. There were students everywhere, all occupied with their own activities - eating lunch, talking with friends, walking somewhere with purpose. A few guys were taking turns with a guitar and a mic.

I went into a tall building with a big open atrium as its first three or four floors. As I'm naturally attracted to roofs and basements, I found an elevator and went up to the top. The top was empty, small, had no view and was basically boring.

I spent a while searching the building for where I'd left my shoes. Eventually I turned them up near the musicians that were previously mentioned.


Shoes in hand (well, on feet), I headed back to the elevator and went up to the top floor (the seventh) of a blocky side-building. The elevator opened onto a cramped room with a wooden table in the middle of it, a couple of doors on the other side. The yellowing paint and occasional exposed pipes indicated that this was clearly a place where people actually got work done.

I went through one door into a hallway, and after five steps, alarms started going off. "Contamination!" yelled a skinny, lab-coated man behind me. He was standing at the door to his office, which I'd missed upon entering the hallway. Another researcher came down the hall and between the two of them, they ushered me back into the room with the table. They accepted my apologies with good nature.

From the other door came a man called Dr. Plum. I know this because he was large and wore a purple collared shirt under his lab coat. Also because he entered into a song and dance routine with the other researchers about himself and his great works. The room he'd came from was full of tiny computers. A device was wheeled in, which I was invited to observe; it was a metal post with one upright arm, and when turned on the space beneath the arm was filled with lights. It was a diagram, but before I could inspect it further, the Doctor began playing it like a harp.

At the end of it all he sat down at the table, invited me to take a seat on the other side, and asked me if I currently worked with a professor.

"I do," I replied, for I did in the dream. "I'm working with Dr. ____ in the history department." (The name was correct, but I don't remember it and it was unimportant.)

Dr. Plum's eyes twinkled with amusement. "And what do you have in common with the historians there?"

I sat and thought about it. I'm a programmer at heart, but- "I... know a lot of history."

Dr. Plum smiled, and I woke up.