Humorous, in retrospect

I dreamt that those of us with NIH grants to develop interventions (like the website and booklet we're making at work) had to deliver them in the form of a summer camp. And that the tradition at my employer was to kidnap the PI before the camp started and then release them as part of the camp ceremonies. And that being kidnapped did not go over well with me at all.

(Rereading the Mary Russell books doubtless had an influence on this one. She and Holmes keep spotting burly men on the look-out for them in God of the Hives.)