Control tower

I had a dream last night. It now technically qualifies as a recurring dream, since I've had it before. I really wish I had written about it earlier, as many of the details have been lost to me at this point. I really need to keep a notepad next to my bed in order to record my dreams, much like Pablo Picasso kept a canvas next to his (or was that actually Salvidor Dali? Any art buffs care to help me out here?).

In this dream, I was walking on my campus, except that it had been changed. The seven-story administrative building was gone, as were all the residence halls. In fact, every building on campus except the northernmost academic structures had ceased to exist. They were all place next to each other in a straight line, much like a defensive barricade. I was walking through the physical plant (which is actually located north of the structures I've already mentioned). The sky was a pale blue-grey, and the air felt slightly chilly and moist. There were puddles on the ground - I could tell that it had just rained, and that there would probably be light drizzling in the near future.

The physical plant looked exactly in the dream as it actually does. I've walked through it before (though the signs on either side say "no trespassing" and "no through traffic"). On the other side of the plant is a residential section, however in this demented dream version, I found a set of railroad tracks, running across the road parallel to a set of telephone poles. The poles were dark in colour - obviously very old and well used. I crossed the tracks, walking a length of the road, seeing only wide open farmland around me where the village of Potsdam should have been. I turned around, looking behind me at the demented campus. I recognised every building I saw except one: a structure made out of red brick that looked very much akin to an airport control tower. It was a large bulb-link structure upon a slender tubular support. Against the comparative brightness of the sky, it looked quite ominous. That was where I woke up.