Just woke up from a comic/creepy/odd dream. I was on West Campus at Western, wandering around – the scene was industrial, a loading dock perhaps Dalton Hall but it was a nighttime and it was much larger than it really is, more spacious at least. I was walking just past the dock and ended up in an office and suddenly I was in a dream-storyline and was an observer of the story as it was playing out. This is what I saw.

I noticed that underneath the Welcome station for this buildings office receptionist there was a burial capstone set into the floor, off to the side, under her desk. Her desk was actually resting on the capstone and it was slightly ajar. Nobody thought this was upsetting in the least, except for me. The office was just beyond a door that lead to the aforementioned industrial dock area, just so we’re clear on the setting. For some reason I had a geiger counter and it was screaming off the charts, the pin buried at the top of it’s range, the radiation was pouring out of the slightly ajar capstone. For some reason I can’t explain I knew that there was a WMU President, an old dead one buried RIGHT THERE. I woke up thinking it was Sangren, but it could be anyone I suppose. I was screaming at everyone in the building “Why would you bury him HERE?”, “It’s horribly radioactive! You’re all going to DIE!” and nobody seemed the least bit concerned. It was then that I realized that everyone I was talking to were both there and not, they’d appear and dissapear, like a flickering hologram generator. I was then wandering the hall looking for someone to tell, and the plan was to find someone to help pop off the capstone, and clean up whatever it was that was pouring out so much radiation. There was so much that it looked like a faint blue haze or fog pouring out of the capstone. Eventually the scene fell out of a “WMU” context and into a kind of Indiana Jones adventure context, mood lighting and such. I woke up with the overwhelming desire to buy a geiger counter and bring it to work, just in case.

So there we go. The analysis of this dream pretty much writes itself.