Irksome Dream
So, I had a dream last night which took place at some sort of college/university where I was a student. I remember attending a class, politics or something in a large lecture hall. I think there was a movie shown, but anyway, I left the class (or maybe there was a fire alarm or something)and soon realized I had left some of my books there. In particular was the book my Grandfather wrote, which is one of my favorites and also of extreme personal value, the others not so much, but still. I went back to the classroom and reported the missing books to the building staff there who said they hadn't seen anything and I should try back later.
I went downstairs to the main desk and behind the desk they had many books and other items laid out, including mine. I pointed out to the woman that I had just reported that book missing and asked if I could have it back now please. Well, she informed me that all these items were up for auction and bids had already been placed, so she was sorry but it would not be possible to give it back to me (note: she did not sound at all sorry). I set about trying to first prove to her that it was in fact mine, same last name, inscription, etc. and that I had only just lost it (not like it had been sitting unclaimed for days and days - and I only really cared about the one, they could keep the others if they wanted) but she did not care in the slightest.
I had another class in the afternoon with the same professor, so I went up to try and getthe professors help in getting my book back. But when I got there, instead of a nice lecture, desks were pushed asside and people were jump roping. I was handed a too long jump rope that had to be folded in half for one person to use, but then it was too short to be comfortable, but I made an effort and finally was able to speak to the professor who thought it all sounded a bit unbelievable that they would do that, so he agreed to go down with me and plead my case. By then, there was a papers in front of all the items with various bids, some quite extravagant in the millions of dollars. My book had a bid of $5,800 and was marked as sold! Grrrr!
And that was when I was woken up by Zoe crawling into bed from a bad dream. I was so irate at the nerve of those people not giving me my book that I was not able to go back to sleep for some time. I was awake enough to realize that I was not still dreaming, and that, in fact, nothing of mine had been stolen, but I was just asleep enough that it didn't matter in the slightest, so I kept thinking up scenarios in which the building staff had concocted a giant conspiracy to steal stuff from students and then make money for the school by selling them, or extorting money from the students to buy back their own things. And then I tried to consider applicable laws and whether or not I should just call the police and what I would say to them to make a reasonable argument for the return of my property.
I have no idea how long it took me to actually get back to sleep, but as you can see, I'm still quite irritated about the audacity of the whole incident.