Dream Journal 6/4/2013 - So it's been since April I haven't posted. Shame on me.

Twice in the past week or so I've had a similar dream, or sequence of dreams. I'm on some sort of campus, with many buildings of differing ages and architectures, and apparently differing functions. There are lots of other people around but they do not seem to be aware of me, or at least not concerned with my existence. They also don't seem to be engaged in any communal or concerted effort - they all seem to be to-ing and fro-ing on their own individual agendas (what's the Latin plural for a plural?). The thing about this "campus" - a word I choose solely because it describes a plot of land with a clump or cluster of related buildings, not because I think the nature of the place was academic, though it might well have been, I never did really identify the place to myself - the thing about it was that the buildings seemed to have been sort of strewn higgledy-piggledy around the landscape of the place, with little or no attention to connections between and among the buildings. And their relative positions kept changing, or else (worse yet) the buildings themselves kept changing, and when I left one and passed by others, then had to return to the one I'd left, there was no way to find it. Neat quadrangles (there's that academia connection) turned into rock-strewn paths through the woods; then the rock-strewn paths turned into steep downhill paths, still among rocky outcrops. Buildings were placed randomly among seemingly derelict patches of woods and trees. In no case could I return to where I'd started, and someone was waiting there for me; not sure who nor what for, but it was important to my dreaming self, and it was the driver of the dream - getting back. And it couldn't be done, "back" seemed either no longer to exist, or else it had moved, or else it had shifted shape so as to be unrecognizable.

There wasn't any water in this dream though. But it was disconcerting to my dreaming self.