I dreamt that I was hired to work
part time for the
federal government. The
program may have been affiliated with the
U of C. I first was the
subject for some
experiments. They
shrunk me down very small, and I was in a special version of a
level that looked like my
bathroom at
home. There were clear, small
streams running down the
walls, so I ran up them (they were slanted; they were a bright
blue-green and looked like
kielbasa halves). There was a giant black
pipe that ran all over the
door, and I was trying to get to that because it was a
bonus and it seemed like it would be a lot of fun to
slide down (although it was
deep enough that I probably would have broken my neck; I thought of it as a
wind tunnel) but the
entrance was too high up and
I couldn't reach it.
I was later part of another experiment that made me too large. There was all sorts of concern, and I saw a newspaper article that said to pray for the test subject. People either went home for the night or off for a holiday. I wasn't enjoying sitting hunched over in what was for me a small room, so I did what I couldn't understand why they hadn't--shrank myself down and then brought myself back to normal.
Everyone came back, and the good supervisor woman and the tech guy who turned out to be the security guy who was Craig, someone I know, were amazed and happy, although I'm pretty sure Craig was the one left in the complex while everyone else left for vacation. In happiness we ran a lap around the track that surrounded the inside of the building. Then we went downstairs to celebrate, so I missed the chance to present myself and say "ha" to the evil accounting-type woman who didn't understand that people weren't numbers and procedures. We went down to Craig's office, where by looking at the numbers of computer security manuals lying around, I realized he was the computer security guy. Somehow paychecks came up and I said I should check up on that and Craig asked me if I were an intern or a full-time employee. I said I had been hired as a part-time employee. I noticed some U of C course manuals, so I glanced at them. They all looked like this year's, even though one was from '53 and the others were from various years. I asked when we were getting next year's, and they said soon. I asked, "but in time for me to choose my courses", to remind them that I was also a student as well.