The dream last night was me in an open office, with many work stations, and the mood in the office was one of scandal. Someone had sworn they were not somewhere, and there was a video of this person there, and we were all watching the video in a widescreen in the office.
There were fragments in the dream, of the aircraft carrier “Lexington” being launched into space.
Another fragment someone was talking about “Sheriff Tate”.
Yet another involved me turning down someone’s music from my work station, using a mouse.
I woke feeling displaced, a little lost, as if I was somewhere I had never been before, and gone were the people I worked with.