Dreamt that I was at Woodman's with no clothes on, but a shirt and sweatpants draped over my shoulder. This place had some of the components of Woodman's but otherwise was not layed out like any Woodman's I know. It was more divided into different rooms, and had courtyards full of lines of carts. I was looking for a place to change. Preferrably a bathroom that is not busy. So I headed towards the back of the store, but found that it was closing down, so all the bathrooms back there were locked. After staring at a line of salty/snowy carts lined up in an alley outside a window, wishing that the cart tunnel was a place I could change, I up and wandered out the back side of the store.

Exiting the back doors of the store brought me to the top of a of a hill. The sun had been on its way down while I was in the store, and now it was night. A paved path in front of me led down, past some large trees and lamps and other walking paths (it was a very college-campussey hill), to a highway running perpendicular, while to the right, beyond the trees and the lamps, was the road that went past Woodman's, which joined the highway at a 4-way intersection at the bottom of the hill. Across the highway was snow-covered farm fields, and the path bent to the left, staying nearly but not quite perpendicular to the highway, meandering into the field somewhat. And a ways down that path was an interestingly-shaped office building, similar in style to the Cuna one, or the building with the trees inside that used to be on the corner of Mineral Point and Gammon.

I ended up jogging along the path with the goal of getting away from the lights of the highway. I noted that it was unusual for me to be jogging in the winter and in my winter boots. I reached the office building and started peeking through some ground-level windows of some brightly-lit half-below-ground offices. Then I wandered around the building counter-clockwise until I found a door and went inside. It turned out that this building was being used for some Catholic university, and there were classes going on inside. I poked my head into one class and yelled something about having considered attending this university. In response people just looked at me, unimpressed. Maybe I eventually found a bathroom in which to put my clothes on. Or, given that I had my boots on, maybe I had forgotten about lacking clothes by this point.

Different dream that I don't remember as well: I was writing in my notebook about how somebody was obsessed with Elizabeth Warren. I got food at a cafeteria but it was not pizza, while Sara got pizza. She gives me her crust while we drive away.