I was standing in a waiting area holding a bottle of wine. Two women were seated, reading. My mother walked up to me and asked me what I was doing. I explained to her my elaborate plan to give this bottle of wine to my boss (who in my mind's eye looked like Ricky Gervais) for a dinner party because he had forgotten. She reminded me that I didn't work there anymore and shouldn't be trying to see the boss. I tried a couple of more futile times to concoct some reasonable excuse for why I should take it to him and how that could end up leading to my working there again. Finally, though, she got through to me and I gave up the idea, heading for the nearby elevator with my bottle of wine repeating to myself "I don't work here anymore."
Once in the elevator the bottle of wine turned into a small suitcase. I pressed the button for the lobby. The elevator started it's descent, but stopped suddenly and began to open it's doors to a floor I knew was temporarily closed down. As the doors began to slide open, I saw a couch set across to block entry. I hit the lobby button again, then tried to go back on my decision, suddenly longing to stop at the deserted floor, curl up in the dark on that couch and stay a little longer at the building where I wasn't going to be working ever again.
When I reached the lobby, the elevator started malfunctioning. The doors slid open and closed a few times and the elevator stopped three feet above the floor. I tried going up and down a couple of times, but could not get the elevator to line up with the level of the floor. I contemplated leaping through, frightened, though, by the possibility of the machine moving while I was half in and half out.
In a hazy bit of hocus pocus, Kris was somehow there and leading me out through a service door or something. It brought us through some duct work or something to an entrance into the local bank, which was closed. We were in the meeting room and I grabbed the items from the suitcase to begin arranging some prank as though we had had this planned all along and I hadn't just been stuck in an elevator. The prank had something to do with attaching a wooden, ceremonial mask on the face of a doll or teddy bear and then hanging that on the wall. We couldn't get it to work and we were running out of time. Worries ran through my mind of wondering if I would get in trouble at work if I got caught doing this and I tried to convince myself that I was off the clock and one should have nothing to do with the other.
At last, we had to give up. We knew someone would be there soon to open the bank. I began stuffing everything back into the suitcase, and then a bunch of extra stuff in there as well. It was all "free" kinds of things like postcards and whatnot, but I was grabbing at it all with total greed. We had to go and I couldn't stop trying to get more of this free stuff. Thoughts flash through my mind of how I'd explain all of it if we got caught, imagining myself opening my bag and assuring the person we were only there to pull a prank and all of these items in my bag that I decided to take were, in fact, all free. At the same time, I'm rushing to straighten up various things to hide evidence of our visit. Finally, we realize NOW is the time we must exit the building and we bolt out the meeting room door. But, alas, I discover that we left the projection equipment sitting right outside the door. So, I'm pulling power cords out of it like mad and trying to push the whole cart of av equipment out of the way and can't get it to go. In a panic, I point out the problem to Kris who shrugs and tells me not to worry because the TV cart was out when we got there and we never used it.
At which time the dream dissipated with the impression that we did make it out in time.
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