Found notes from a dream I had while at a seminar out of town:

Three strangers/siblings and one kid of a village are locked into a mountainside for what they think is an hour. They go to sleep, but when they wake up it's centuries later. They are covered with a fine, white dust.

Yes, Mr. Library User, that it is 2015 and you as a business person do not own your own PC is absolutely my fault.

Dream

I was rollerblading through the UCLA campus trying to find Moore Hall for my first class in Law School. It's crowded and the campus is all mixed up so I can't find Moore Hall. I run into Barry Williams' clone who promises to lead me to Moore Hall. I think we're going to get it on later. I was never into Greg Brady, but whatevs.