Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream starts inside a university building. I am walking past a desk with my name on it. For some reason nobody has claimed that desk though I know that I have not used it in a very long time. I go past a locker which also has my name on it. For some reason I am the only person who knows that I am not still there, nor have I been in a very long time.

I find myself next to a stack of large filing cabinets. The top drawer is open in one. A tall man {J?} is talking with me.

He asks me what I think makes a famous scientist.

I ask him for an example of a famous scientist.

He says, Andrew.

I say that in my opinion there is a difference between a famous scientist and a good one. I say that a good scientist does thorough studies like Physical Review B, whereas a famous scientist is forever seeking headlines.

He says that I will never be a famous scientist.

I say that I never was a famous scientist, nor will I ever be. I already know that. At best it is now only a hobby of mine.

I leave and head through the exit hall of the Imperial College chemistry department.

I pause and head back towards what once was the library. Its function is restored.

I go in and there is a student sitting at a large communal table. He is looking at a map. I take a souvenir map of London off the shelf.

I can see that one of the chairs is broken, as is one of the cabinets.

I start to open up the map on the communal table. I explain to him that the map is free. I can see a massive new development in East London which is labelled University College Hospital. I am struggling to find our present location on the map. The librarian comes over. I explain that I used to cycle around London and that I am looking for my route.

She says that I probably came in on the A roads from the South.

I reorient the map and can see an area labeled SW4. The map only shows SW4.

I note in the dream that this belongs to a class of dreams called map dreams.

The dream ends.

*Numerologically SW4 is 1 + 5 +4 = 10 = 1 Impeccability reducing to fluidity. Impeccability is the jewel of the Southerly Dreamer.

*SW4 London is Clapham and Stockwell and ends close to where I once lived in Brixton.