In one dream, someone was trying to get me up to work at 2 in the morning (this was about when I was having the dream). It wasn't the chair of my department, but it was in response to a request from her. We began to argue, and then I asked myself whether I was "communicating like a Buddhist." (I had read part of a book with the title in real life the morning before). Obviously I was not, and I woke up.
In the second, I paid for some food in a Mexican restaurant but there was nowhere to sit. I was in a crowd of people and had to leave because it was unsafe (social distancing). I was riding in a car with someone who had also ordered food. We were going to take it home. When I got back the restaurant was closed. Later, I was showing people some books I had purchased in Spain. One was the second volume Antonio Gamoneda's memoir. I said I didn't like it "no me gustó," but Gamoneda was there in my apartment too. I was embarrassed but he agreed with me that it wasn't very good and a conversation ensued, with other people giving their opinions. Donald, Gamoneda's translator, was also there.