Further Adventures in Dreamland

[jackshoegazer]

Last night, I dreamed that I was in a psychology class with this vaguely Werner Herzog-ish professor.  There were no seats in the classroom, so we had to sit on the floor.  I kept trying to take notes, but my pen ran out.  And then I borrowed another pen, and it broke and ink started running everywhere.  Then we started this meditation exercise and while we were meditating, the class was abducted by aliens and we don't remember anything exactly, just the missing time and a general sense of creeping unease.  Herzog knows something about what happened, as if he'd been expecting it, but in order to find out what's going on, he needs to get into his safe, and for some reason, I have the key.  I rush to his office to bring him the key and just as I walk in the door and hold out the key, I wake up.