The Angry Professor is not having a good quarter.

My department chair is pretty good to me (setting aside the issue of raises lack of raises). I don't have many issues with him. We're both hot-headed, and yell at each other before we think, but we've been able to resolve our differences. Some day, when he isn't chair any more, we might even become friends.

So last night's vivid dream is a function of my current job dissatisfaction, not about my chair. It went like this: My chair was, for reasons unknown, living with us in my childhood home, in my sister's old bedroom. On several separate occasions, I snuck into (what was now) his bedroom and stole things from him: a monocle, a pocket watch, and a box of chocolates. He spent the dream enraged and looking for his possessions, while all the time I was carrying them around in my pockets.

All in all, it was a very satisfying dream. I have been in a much better mood today than I have been for the past several weeks.