dreaming of Sarbonne

When I mistook yesterday for Monday, I realized that I haven't been sleeping as well as usual. I haven't bought any alchohol in the 3 months I've been without a car, so maybe that had something to do with the sleep deprivation, since it isn't blotting out the low persistent gunfire stress. I realized that I also hadn't dreamed in many months either. Apparently that thought was enough of a suggestion, because I dreamed again last night. More accurately, I remembered the dream upon waking.

Read about the dream...

I was in a city named Sarbonne. How I got there is a mystery, but I had the sense within the dream that I teleported myself there mistakenly and spontaneously. It definitely was unplanned because I had no money or translation guide to help me. The name sounds French to me. Was I in France? I don't know. The exact location of Sarbonne is another mystery, but the location somehow seemed European.

Previously, I was working in an office building. There was no masking or plague problems, so apparently it was pre-pandemic. Or, at least sans-pandemic. I needed to create a newsletter, and I was trying to find examples of earlier newsletters to guide me on format and style. The archives were very badly organized, but I eventually found my way to a file cabinet that included many old manilla folders in it with samples of prior work.

Then suddenly, I was in Sarbonne. I found myself in 2 locations of the city, and I don't remember the sequence of which appeared first. One location was in a large public hallway. Something like a mall or airport. In the hallway where people were walking around, there was a large old plotter. I stopped to print out examples, so I could compare them with what I had seen in the early newsletters. (I think perhaps this old printer technology appeared to me because of my recent viewing of the Mastodon feed for the Museum of Obsolete Media.) Somebody noticed me using this old technology. They seemed vaguely threatening somehow, like they intended to notify the authorities of my presence here.

Another location was a park area where people came to walk in the beautiful landscape. I was stuck at a parking area, very aware that I had no idea where I was or how to get home again. One group was gathering here before they walked the paths together. Somehow, for some reason, I started wearing a box on my head to help hide myself from view? That part was very nonsensical and disjointed.

At some point in the dream, I tried to call foeclan by smartphone, which I happened to have with me along with my clothes, just to let someone know that I was displaced. I reached a voice who said he was unavailable, but they would let him know my message. I think I decided to find an embassy or someplace where someone could help me get back home. I knew that checking plane and boat records would make it clear that I did not arrive here in Sarbonne by any normal transportation.

Then it was morning, and I awoke. I almost immediately got out my smart phone and started searching for this mysterious city. Apparently there's no such town in France, although there is a university. Top web searches kept giving me addresses in the USA (near Los Angeles) for hugely expensive mansions on a Sarbonne Road.

I have no idea why my brain fixated on the name Sarbonne. *ignorant shrug*