I often dream about college, or being back at college. The accomodation and admin blocks were all hideous concrete monstrosities (as Prince Charles might say) and form the focus for many dreams.
In this particular dream, I've gone back to college but have somehow found myself sitting on a table. In the middle of the open sea. With G. Oh and next to us is a talking cat.
The tide seems to be going higher and higher and the sky increasingly grey. G says she's going back to college, and I agree and we climb down from the table. The water is only thigh-high and as we wade off in the direction of college the cat whines that we've left it behind, so I have to turn back and scoop it into a sleeping bag, so I carry it higher than the water.
And then I wake up.