My subconscious thought it would be a good idea to dream about being in a classroom setup - much like the one I'm already in - with two classrooms sharing the airspace, but rather than being preschool classrooms (I guess?) these were med school classrooms.
I dreamed I was minding my business, but the classroom across the way was dissecting a cadaver. They weren't very good at keeping the matter contained, so there were spurts and explosions of skin, fat, brain matter - I don't even know what all - that permeated my classroom as well as down the hall into the break room. They were disassembling the body and storing it in the lobby such that when I went down the hall to get a little space (and refresh my coffee) there was a skull and part of a spine cleaned off and neatly arranged by the front desk.
One of my coworkers, B, was there and I was complaining a little about the FUCKING ORGANIC MATTER EVERYWHERE and she said, "Well, you know, it's something they look forward to every year. They're just so excited!"
...and then some got in my coffee.
Blech.
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