I actually had a similar type of dreams as mark_l_watson when I took quantum chemistry (that's not a drug... for most people). Since I switched to performing more mundane tasks for a living, my dreams shifted to me hopelessly trying to navigate the very real, although warped and endlessly labyrinthine, dim interior landscapes of my university's library which I last visited more than 10 years ago. It was built around 1970 and it is a kind of trip during waking hours already.
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