Last night I had another one about being at Mark Safreeds warehouse. There're always very dark dreams, and I'm usually there with maybe one other person, looking at the place when something unseen begins lurking in the shadows and eventually starts running for us.
Also, another one where I was in a classroon. Evidently, it was somesort of re-enlistment process, and I was filling out some form. But I was angry because I knew from past dreams that once I was done they were going to have us sitting in that room bored for hours, and that they were pretty much intentionally wasting our time, so I got angry and walked out. One of the two guys administering the paperwork was Mr Keenum. I( had the form and a magazine in my hand. When I realized I had forgotten my bag, I went back to the room, walked in, grabbed my bag, and then threw the paper and magazing down into the corner on my way out. Can't remember what I was so mad about.