I am standing in a large enclosed space with whitewashed walls and double doors to my left. Light streams in from large skylights, throwing the concrete floor into stark contrast with the staunch white of the walls. To my right along the cinderblock wall there are tables filled with important objects. Something delicate. I get the feeling there is something significant about the amount of effort that has been put into these things.

For some reason I feel slightly ill at ease in this space. Not as though it is particularly disconcerting, but rather that it is not quite familiar. I only just inhabit this luminescent white room, and it still feels strange. Water is somehow involved in my discomfort.

As I turn to my left, I begin to speak to a male professor. His name eludes me. We speak at length about something significant, until I am interrupted by two people, one male, one female. They have come to take me away from this room and this professor and this place I don't quite understand.

This dream seems particularly strange and somewhat mundane, but after having it, I can only feel that it is somehow significant.