Two periods of dreaming, with a slight biphasic period of having trouble getting right back to sleep in between.

Recall has faded for the one sequence, but the other one included being in a interior, and getting the impression it was a restaurant, as there seemed to be a 'host/hostess' station, from whence one person would lead people who had arrived to eat, to their table.  Bizarrely, though, it also seemed to have a hand-drying station built into the lower front.  I had used the bathroom, then went to dry my hands here...

Spent some time at some vent similar to a convention, in that as it was apparently winding down, certain barrier-like objects were being removed, as if the event was now starting to be broken down. So, was some interior setting with people coming and going.   

Wandering the grounds of a school.  There was this guy - reminded me of one current co-worker - whom I may have been following around (out of feeling Insecure) - who went into a classroom.  I went to follow him, but got that this was a mycology class, and wasn't *mine* - so I either didn't have to, or oughtn't to lurk there. So I wandered a bit by myself during the interim.

Some interior wanderings; I seemed to be part of some family group (mother, father, kids) going through some museum or exhibit.  It was a bit dark, and there may have been a 'spooky' element to the exhibit (was it an insane asylum recreation?  Or some such?).  Some of us kids got separated from the rest, wandered a bit, and seemed to have a meal at one end of a long table.  Later, the rest of the 'family' found us again, about to have their meal, and we mischievously hid the fact that we'd already eaten, and with me winking unseen by the rest at 'dad' (not my real-life dad), we prepared to have another...

Weird sequence, not well recalled, of interior wanderings.  At one point, my current boss seemed to be leading a few of us around, or possibly giving us a tour.  She let herself in to (actually unlocked, which I thought a bit Bold of her) someone's office - I got the person who was out was a new researcher of some kind, newly come to that institution. But she let herself in as pretty as you please, then said something to the effect of hs hoped he'd cleaned his 'potato pipe'... She wanted to show us it, apparently thought we would find it amusing or interesting.  She was bending down to pick up (from a little pile of stuff on the floor) and check it....

An especially Weird sequence last night. Seeing some scenario as if solders were aware of journalists who were doing the usual patriotic flogging of war bulls*t.  The soldiers had the usual contempt for such chicanery, except there seemed to be one guy, one journalist they still respected (I think?), as his ability to evoke the idea of what was Good and Worthwhile was matched by no others.  Here, I'm not sure if they saw his as also propaganda but just so well done they had to respect it...some evocation of Mom ad Apple Pie (that whole 'What are we fighting for?')...or whether what he wrote somehow Transcended the fact that our general excuses for war are, in general, Lies.  Another possibility is that he among the rest was the only one to finally start telling Truth.  Which, in that context, would be the Dangerous practice of speaking Truth to Power. (Especially when the PTB are caught up in one of their 'We make reality' moments.)

This scene segued to a couple of 'angels' (though they looked like those little kid angels -there was a quality to this scene similar to some of the 'It's a Wonderful Life' scenes), speaking of the journalist in actual Awe - they appeared to be claiming him as one of their own (but presumably incarnated as a human).  One mentioned that if anyone was truly Wyrd...(and it was that 'word', in that 'spelling')...it was this guy. So even the angels looked up to this guy.

Was outside, road-trippin' through unfamiliar rural territory.  Someone (felt 'male') passed or veered off from behind, going down a left-hand fork I was just passing.  I kept going, or onto the right hand fork.  Presently, I came to....

...someone's basement. This guy, and a woman (his 'mother') were living there.  I may not have been traveling completely alone [ya think??!], as another female seemed to join me (or was with me all long?  Not clear) The 'mother' figure left the immediate area, as if to go get refreshments.  I got the impression the guy wanted to tell us about something, possibly an interest of his.  I may have been thinking I didn't want to get stuck hanging out there too long.  it was about this time when another female, not the mother figure, seemed to draw near and join in the conversation. Whoever this was, it may have reassured me that I wasn't 'alone' with this guy.

Along the way (not sure if from above sequence or not) the guy may have shown me that we were in a city (so wasn't a basement, or we'd moved out of the basement area of this dwelling to one with windows on the outside). I asked where it was, and he told me (I don't recall the specific name now, upon waking). Wasn't a city I'd heard of, but was, from the glance outside, pretty 'metropolitan'.  Enough tall buildings, some skyscrapers, for me to immediately it identify it as a cityscape. But I was surprised, as I'd not been apparently near any city.  Then again, it had been night as I'd been traveling. As far as I remember. I also had a vague impression that I'd been in some area of this country, and this city, whatever it was, again, wasn't something I'd heard of.

Dreams with outside wanderings.  In one, I temporarily mislaid, then recovered a rather good pair of black flats (shoes).  Also found an additional pair or so, but really just wanted mine back.

In another sequence, was outside, though under some over-hang or over-pass shelter, trying to do stretches, but having trouble due to being so thick and stiff in the belly area.  Someone female, who'd been doing some stretches as I arrived was now watching me.

Was hanging out in the kitchen of the home I grew up in, with two young women also being there.  I told them I'd have to go back to eating low(er) carb due to general worries about my health, warning them that I'd 'be cranky for about a week...'  (Meaning, during the switch over from glucose to ketone fueling.)

Was at the school I work at but needing or wanting the type of services they offer students - such as using the showers. I went over to a location, and there was this long line of people waiting to get in to use the showers.  A friend of mine was there (somewhere; she'd gone on ahead), waiting.  I asked how long the wait was, and this (asian) guy explained that there were a bunch of people waiting to get in who were 'smokers' (i.e., they were desperate to get rid of the reek). I explained I wanted to check in  with/ talk to my friend, and soon I was on a bus to the next location, but somehow still part of the showering complex.

On that bus, I sat across from a (middle-aged) couple, who were quietly but bitterly complaining about how the school had treated them.  The husband might have been an alumn,  I speculated to myself.  They didn't like the wacky shower system, and the wife grumbled of having heard gunshots (I thought to myself, that's Bridgeport for ya!) near where the school had put them up dreams, alumni, showers, .  I was listening sympathetically to their grumblings.