regulator

Two scenes from a dream. In one scene I’m looking at a list of teaching assistants and instructors for my university that goes back a number of decades. It's written on paper, pen and pencil. One entry per line, one year per line. My name shows up a number of times, both as a grad student and as faculty. There are other people who are there and around, and they are envious because I’m on the list so often, and there is (part of the background idea of the dream) only 1 departmental TA per year.

Next scene, part of same dream. I’m in a house that is connected to my job somehow. I’m outside and PMC drives by. He’s upset about something, like I’m not working enough or I’m shirking my job. He says something like “Say goodbye to your house.” There’s a kid in the back seat, but that is irrelevant to anything that happens. I yell at him to stop. He needs help with something, like he’s overworked about something. Maybe it has something to do with cooking? Or a party he’s hosting? Anyway, I say that if he needs help with X, just ask for X. He drives off and I get him to stop again, and I say ‘If you need help with X and Y, just ask for help with X and Y”.

That’s all.