1. I was writing some notes on Frank O'Hara's style. I just made a list of his various styles with examples. Like the quasi-surrealist style of "Hatred," the preciosity of the poems dedicated to Jane Freilicher, the faux-casualness of the "I do this / I do that" poems. I knew if I could keep working I could list at least 10 styles, but it is hard to work like this in dreams.
2. I was in a curriculum meeting of some kind. We had to defend our reading list, which had nothing from the 18th century in Spain, to people from outside of the department. I started arguing with a bearded man who demanded "coverage." I had to explain to him why "coverage" was a stupid word. I think I used the word "stupid." I virtually took over the meeting. I deliberately didn't use the "Enlightenment was weak in Spain" argument because I thought it was weak.
So in my dreams I am lucid and correct in my positions. I continue to do "work" of a certain kind while asleep. For example, I will use those "notes" in my section on Frank O'Hara of a chapter I am now writing. I know I do personal work in dreams in which my ex and my current romantic interest are in the same room with me together.