Dream journal: My visit to the Institute

I am visiting a research institute. During the day, I meet with people there and talk one on one. They are supposed to be brilliant productive scientists, but a lot of time is spent in the dining hall, sitting around rearranging napkins in idle chat. There is a bald Israeli among them. I go to my room to change for dinner. My nice pants are full of acid holes, completely worthless. I will have to wear my jeans. Some students come into my room. They quarrel and a woman student pulls a gun on her friend. He laughs and holds the gun. She is not laughing. "You can't do that. This is a gun. You have to take it seriously." Then, she turns on me. "Nobody can figure out why you are here. [A researcher who studies goats] said that you showed no interest in what she had to say but just went off on random tangents."