Office building

Date: 10/16/2022

I am visiting family and am sent out to get groceries. I park and meet a cyclist who has lost their bike. A flyer has instructions I need, but I can’t find the right page. I keep reading and rereading the flyer, but the other ne page remains elusive. I start to panic and cry. I sit on a bench in the store and eventually find it. It’s an all-caps speech from history with lots of strange spellings. I try to transcribe it. I am now a woman journalist with an older man. We use the code to gain entry to a strange office tower. On th top floor, a wooden door in a glass room is open slightly. We get in before someone can close it. We enter an office where an older man has locked himself into the wall. We sit in a very thick wool rug and interview the man. We reveal that the code in the flyer is capable of controlling his computer. We demand a tour of the building. We go down a beautiful hallway, with dark wood trim and brass nameplates and lots of sun from above. There is an open door on the right, so we just go in. The woman journalist starts casually talking to a young woman named Rebecca sitting at a desk with her feet up. She reveals that she’s just watching the computers while her father is away. We ask if she has the knowledge to fix it if things go wrong. We’re very casual, as if we just dropped by to say hello. Further down the hall is another office with two men, one middle aged and balding, the other young with long hair. Again, we casually chat, asking about dice and other resin art. At the end of the hall is a final office. We go through the same routine, casual conversation masking journalism. We threaten the first man with exposing the lax security. He asks us to leave. We end up in backrooms. There are endlessly long corridors with poor lighting. We start running. We pass other runners carrying things. It starts to rain heavily. The two of us are separated. The woman journalist ends up at n a hallway cult. It is run by the young woman from before. They are part of about a dozen people. They are naked and wet, and forced to ride stationary bikes to power lights. The male journalist sees this on a security camera and goes to rescue his partner. It’s a violent fight, and the woman gets out holding a handful of flesh. We enter a brightly lit conference room where no one seems surprised. They offer directions. Now I am playing Deep Rock Galactic, as a driller. I end up fighting an enormous bug with a single green eye who speaks English. I try to get away, but die. It’s game over. It’s find that even though it m dead, I can still move around and interact with the world. Bugs now ignore me. I find a crack and use a rope with a counterweight to lower myself down. Below the stone layer is a layer of all black mechanisms, moving in sync. I find a crack and fall down further. There is a glowing yellow pit. I wonder if this is the end of the world, but I land on an invisible floor. I find access to another back room hallway. These halls are cluttered with boxes and filing cabinets and have old orange carpets. It’s a real maze. Every hall has slightly different carpet. I need to pee and find a bathroom. There are people at metal sinks. I ask if I can pee here and they’re shocked. No one in this office person, it attracts the pterodactyl. Im told I can use the fountain if necessary. I go down more halls and get lost. I pass a brightly lit window overlooking a huge warehouse. Im amazed at how detailed this dream is. I keep going down a bright hall. It becomes so bright I can’t see well, but I keep going. Eventually it emerges onto the side of a highway. I run across. There is a pack of large black dogs who ignore me. It’s think I’ve ended up in Holland somehow. I meet a crowd of people and start to tell them the story. I don’t know what’s more important to report - bad security or giant bugs or an infinite office that breaks geometry. I still have to pee, so I look for a spot near a lake. There are people everywhere, and I can’t find privacy. I eventually decide to just go even if someone can see me. A crowd starts chanting. Now I wake up. I did more in a dream than I would do in a week awake.