I dreamed that it was the beginning of the fall semester, and over the summer the building had changed. Many people had been hired and I now had to share an office smaller than my old one with two faculty members. Yet our small office was much better laid out than the old ones, and it had new, beautiful bookshelves and ergonomic furniture with lovely upholstery.
The building was now air conditioned and well ventilated. The moss had been cleaned from the windows and the dirt I have never been able to scrub completely out of the corners of the room had been eradicated. One of my office mates was a new hire – a tall gay man with a shaved blond head, very pleasant. The other was an old colleague I get along with well professionally, but dislike personally. She, however, seemed to have put all of her animosity aside. All of this was, of course, very interesting.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
I had a dream of rummaging through a department store for the works of some genius female writer who was a cross between Simone de Beauvoir and Anais Nin. I found a lot of her stuff and she came to life, and walked out of the department store. There was also this beautiful fabric painting of the shores of some desert community of Africa, looking out on to the ocean and on to Western civilisation. The fabric was in pale pastel pinks and shimmering silvers, and contained a critique of Western expansionism.
Then the dream moved on to trying to get some slavic men away from the police who were looking for them, and trying to find them somewhere to stay.
Getting rid of the clutter. Having things nice and new.
Yes!
Hattie – yes indeed! Scratchy – what a great dream! I have dreams like this when I am really busy but in a good way, with creative things or breakthroughs of some kind. I like them.