I have this recurring dream that I’m still working in a corporate office, probably because I did for a coupla years–not sure if that actually counts as "recurring," but y’know.
Last night I got fired for questioning Our Corporate Masters (Ha! Fools! I wasn’t doing any work anyway!) And then I wound up back at school, trying to get home on the bus, couldn’t remember the name of my street, and wound up on a bus that went airborne and went flying through an area full of very predatory dragons, who decided to eat the bus.
By the time I finally got home, I was a small anthropomorphic pig. But a pig that burned with vengeance! Bastards ate my bus!
…yeah, this is why I’m skeptical about all those dream dictionaries. I don’t think I dream in the same language they do.