I dreamed that the place I worked in was a HUGE building with
big, open windows. Obviously, the company I worked for was somewhat
bigger than what I now work for. One evening, I had just come from
somewhere else and left a suitcase and my other junk to the corner
of the room. - Not the room I usually worked in in the dream - this
was another department that had lots of small desks in neat rows.
Very much like a school gym converted to classroom, even with a
heavy curtain in the middle. Walls and floor were different
Anyway, I went to talk about some things to others who were around
(it was late night when I got there, but some people were still around).
Apparently there were some sort of disagreement, I talked with them
and everyone calmed down.
When I came back to the room where I had left my junk, I noticed
that my suitcase was missing. Then, I noticed that what
remained of the suitcase had been thrown to paper bin under
one of the desks. The aluminium metal parts had been twisted and
crushed, and the leather parts were badly torn and ripped. However,
most of the content was in the bin, too. Battletech boardgame,
some of the stuff that was in the side pocket... everything thickly
covered with graphite dust from pencil sharpeners...
...one of the other employees commented that the thief must have been
a particularly sick individual...
I noticed that the most important thing in the
suitcase, my fox toy, had been taken,
though... I was worried.
(Actually I was so worried that in this part of the dream, I opened
my eyes a bit and looked around - and as I saw the fox, I could
again keep on dreaming...)
Another dream: I was in a particularly dusty lecture hall. A new
course had just been started, but I had missed the beginning. It seemed
that I had no problems getting started here, though, even if the course
wasn't about anything I was too familiar with. (I can't remember
what the course was about. Languages? I think this was about some
cryptic, dead language that had gained popularity for some obscure
reason. The lecture was about the romanized writing system.)
The front part of the lecture hall was fairly crowded, because the
lights were dead in the front and everyone wanted to see
something. I was sitting (as usual) in the front rows near the
end of the row.
A guy whom I knew from lukio but hadn't seen for over an year said
that I was sitting on his place... so I went to the less crowded
part of the hall.
A friend of the lecturer came about and shared an anecdote
regarding the topic of the lecture. After that, the whole room was
very quiet for some time. I was thinking why that was so, but
then I realized the comment had been rather enlightening.
I went home. I needed to buy the book I needed for
the course, so I used my mother's computer to get to the web
bookstore. All of the windows I had open last time opened.
(I didn't know the ancient version of sawfish on the machine could
do this sort of session management...)
I heard some noise, so I hid in the closet and looked out from
a narrow gap. When I noticed that it was my sister, I waited for
some time and leaped out with "BOO!"...
(Wait a second: The hall reminded me of one hall in Oulu,
and the room where I used the computer was an actual
room in Kuhmo - though that was before the renovation and
the closet in question was too small to be in...)