Morning of January 28, 2015. Wednesday.
This is mostly an impersonal dream of going to a college with unknown students with various personality types. I seem to be there almost as a token student who watches the class activities, though I feel somewhat like a teacher at times (but not that defined). There seems to be an odd underlying mood as if the college is a place for additional invasive government-related experiments of some kind, which are not shared with the public.
One year has apparently already passed. There is one outdoor graduation ceremony where someone is killed (by an unknown sniper) and their shirt is covered with blood, which touches me as we are both on the ground at one point (though I am not hurt), a circle of people around us, some waving off others in the area. This scenario is not focused on for very long and there are several shifts.
One room I am in at one point is reminiscent (in conscious afterthought only) of my middle school carpentry classroom, which also had leather-work in the year that followed. There are only about four students in the room (who I lightly converse with). There is one area that also vaguely reminds me of Eco 3 (factory) - though the area is not filled with old tires. There are remarks about nuclear physics. In fact, I make a few comments connecting the flavor and essence of coconut with work in nuclear physics. As nuclear physics and bombs are sometimes plays on sexuality, it makes sense in light of the fact that my wife had the scent of coconut soap on her prior to my dream, which was nice.
Over time, however, I again sense a government involvement in the student being shot earlier. Each larger lab table (of which there are three longer ones in the room) has enclosed two-tiered shelves underneath, and for some reason I open one end to look in - and at this point it seems like one of the last days of school where people are cleaning out their belongings. A picobot, but more like a miniature robotic insect, rectangular and on at least six legs (instead of wheels), is discovered on the upper shelf behind something, but it immediately leaves the area upon being seen. This picobot was supposedly designed to both observe and somehow influence the physics students. (This is nothing new; I first dreamed of something very similar back in 1974 as well as the plot and detailed look of the Tom Selleck movie "Runaway" years before it came out.)
I and the other students follow it down the hall. We eventually come to an open elevator shaft (which seems at least seven floors down) and the picobot deliberately walks into the area and over the edge and falls into the elevator shaft, to intentionally destroy itself, it seems (so that there is no evidence of its programming). It does not explode however. My dream loses coherence after this.