A Dream that Never Dies

So, I have some bizarre dreams and often I remember at least pieces of them. I figured I would share part of last night's with you, dear reader. Jack and I were working at the library, and were in the stacks doing some sort of sorting or inventory. I look over at a check out desk and there is long line of angry faculty members. It is 2:30 and apparently faculty can only check out items from 2pm to 4:30pm. No one from our group is staffing the desk. I start checking people out - but only those with an ID. Apparently the VC decided that people without IDs could check out too. I had a problem with this since I am uptight that way. While Jack and I were supposed to leave at 4pm, we wound up staying until after 5. Then I returned at 5:30 because I realized that I did not see my replacement. The desk could be unstaffed again. The horror!!!! It was. Now there is a room of student staff checking people out. I stand in line with a few items to renew. The students walk out because it is their break time. I call Stacey to alert her to the disaster that is unfolding. We wind up in a minivan together. Stacey is driving backwards, the wrong way down a busy highway. She was distracted my the recorded sound of someone groaning. I kid you not. I am brushing my pink hair and it is falling out and making a mess in the van. Stacey turns the vehicle around and begins driving correctly, only now the other drivers on the road are doing bizzare things. We get run off the road several times. We get to our destination in the middle of nowhere to someone's house for a party. A baby Milo is on my lap dressed as pirate and he says, "Argh, matey."
And scene.