Russian Academy of Sciences is closing down. My institute is closing down as well; we were told to pack all our things and put them on storage. The building needs to be vacated. So, we are packing boxes full of papers and chemistry samples. The next thing I remember we are on a train, with open windows, with all these boxes, and the train is going through endless and confusing sequences of train tracks, sometimes through very narrow passages between buildings. An industrial landscape everywhere. Finally, the train stops inside some kind of a depot, and I unload my boxes. The depot looks like a smaller version of a research institution, but there is not much room and no windows, however everything looks very neat and clean. I am greeted by the manager, who is a latino (or perhaps middle-eastern), in his early fifties. He is very polite. He says that my materials will be stored for 20 to 30 years. He also shows some familiarity with my work, as he is trying to ask questions related to my research. The questions are nice, but somewhat simplistic; he acts as a community college graduate wanting to excel and perhaps to look smarter than he actually is. I start to wander in this depot; many rooms, there are some computers here and there, but no windows and very low ceilings. The dreams ends there.
Before this dream I had multiple other dreams about my institute being closed down. It seems to be a recurring theme.
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