We can never control what we dream. Very often we completely forget them or only remember parts of them. Here are some of the dreams I do remember. Most of them don't make sense. I am careful not to mention any names.
We used to kid DS, former Director of Reference, about her lack of knowledge of sports. I had a dream about escorting her to a basketball game on campus. I had another dream about accompanying her to an information class. That did make sense.
I saw RS, the late University Librarian, sitting at the reference desk playing poker with some students. I had another dream when he drove people home after working late.
I had a dream when AH, the current University Librarian, closed all the restrooms for no reason.
In a recent dream, I attended a gathering of former employees. I was talking to MB, the Red Sox fan, when DJ, the former Assistant University Librarian walked in.
I phoned HS, my former reference colleague, to say I would arrive late. When I arrived, she was talking to JR, now at NYU, who presented her with a list of students who evaded the fare on the Light Rail near campus.
Is there anything else for the good of the order?
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