1) I had a dream that my wife stole $600 from my bank account, or 2/3 of what I had (and have).
2) I had a dream where I got my road bike back, amd found that it goes 2-3 times faster than my mountain bike. I used the road bike to go to a grad class, the nature of which I do not recall, but it was to a building much nicer than UofA's Modern Languages Building, which has a lot of steps.
3) I had a dream that I went to another class, this one a non-university course, a history, psychology and literature course taught by a charismatic man. The three Rosmann brothers were attending with me. The class was in Harlan, IA, my hometown, in a house that is not a library, but was in this dream (only two blocks from my home). I was late going to the class, since I had to walk across Harlan -- there was a lot of geographical thinking in the dream. A current fellow grad student was there -- Morgan -- who said he was a "psychologist" to the instructor. For some weird reason, we were looking at the Writing Program's Writing as Revision text, and talking about how the dissemination of the concept of "lying" was indicative of modern and postmodern thought, because if a narrator says, "He (the character) was lying," it shows the narrator is in control, mediating the story. Mark Rosmann was the most eager student.