This is how my diary entry begins today:
Vivid dreams. I dreamed Donald Trump was my boss/teacher in UCD/DIT. I remember walking behind him with a load of my colleagues and thinking, "How strange he can be our teacher as well as President of America." I also had yet another Christmas dream-- I was in a big shopping centre, and I got frustrated at how slowly people were moving in front of me when I was going up an escalator (a very frequent problem in real life, although not on escalators). I climbed over onto the "down" escalator. A large black woman behind me, a friendly woman, warned me that wouldn't work, but I was up it in a moment, and I felt jubilant, like I'd won. And I seem to remember eating some tinsel in the shop, for some reason, though I can't remember exactly why.
I also dreamed I'd missed a meeting of the Staff Working Group. The library was a large, lavish building on various levels-- well, I guess it is in reality, but it was more modern. I was walking past the room where the meeting was being held and I saw that they were all sitting outside in the corridor doing some kind of meditation, so I fled.