dream 11.20.07

i was at loch ness, or some other big scottish loch, and had apparently been hired on to help with some kind of historic archaeology/restoration/preservation project. it was warm, the surroundings were lush, and i was going to be traveling to and from work on the back of a huge whale while facing backward. i remember my boss telling me to just close my eyes and allow the sensation to wash over me like some sort of meditation. was there a point in this? something about facing backward and not forward? was the big whale-creature a metaphor for life? was the dream telling me to relax, go with it and watch the past slowly recede into the distance? or, is my subconscious trying to tell me that i'm still spending too much time dwelling on the past rather than the present or future? i don't remember what i was going to be doing, only that for part of the dream i was in an academic setting working in some kind of art studio with different lumps of wet clay. one was very flexible, pliant, soft & pleasing to work with while the other was quite stiff and dry and harder to work with. i remember geting up out of my seat to go and get some water to soften up the dry clay and being chastised for it, like i was undisciplined or something. i remember the school seemed old, and it had pictures of the blues brothers and hst taped to the walls. i remember having to find a bathroom and pissing while someone watched me, then turning around and pissing all over the floor.the teacher that chewed me out was eccentric, flirting with my female classmates, and he wound up being the guy who hired me for what was to be a 2 year project. but i have no recollection of what the work was going to involve. only that it was on or near a lake, and that i was going to be living with a dog in a tiny cottage near the lake when i wasn't working on this project. and what the fuck was paul doing in my dream of all people? i haven't seen or talked to him in well over a year. i got the strange feeling that the work was going to be connected to other arch. work i've done in the past but for the life of me i just can't remember. maybe i dreamt that too. what was the central theme of the dream? was there one? what did the clay signify? being creative and working with my hands? why was one lump of clay soft and the other dry? is my subconscious telling me to go back into archaeology? or was this all just an outgrowth of having seen the trailer for that new movie, "the water horse" last night? that's funny, because my dreams could very easily have been about all the fiendishly bizarre lovecraftian creatures from "the mist" - but the tone and texture of the dream seems to have been inspired almost entirely by a trailer that ran for less than 5 minutes. regardless, i woke up feeling great, very rested and refreshed, and with the vague sense, founded or not, that something truly momentous is close at hand.