In my dream, I am in a rather confusing building. In part, it's where I live and in part it's where I work.
In an early stage of my dream, I open the door to the room in which I have been living. I expect to see my bed -- a nice Danish modern Queen-size kind of bed -- and my belongings. Books, clothes, and so forth. In fact what I see is a completely empty room. There is carpeting on the floor, but absolutely nothing else.
There is activity happening around the building -- workmen moving things here and there -- and I assume that my stuff has simply been moved to another room. So I spend considerable time looking for that new room. I think I may ask some of the folks doing the moving about my bed and belongings, but get no helpful response. As this process goes on, I feel less and less likely to ever find my stuff again.
Partway through this process, a come across someone I know. We're both Field Service Engineers and have worked on the same project from time to time. He has been moved out of his room in this building into a hotel room, with the Company (whatever that is...) paying the bill. He's annoyed that, while the Company is paying for the room he has to pay "Service Charges" for that room out of his own pocket. His plan is to take this issue up with Management immediately before these charges accumulate too high. He walks away.
I walk into an open area in the building. It might be used as a lobby in other times, but at the moment it is rather full of shipping boxes -- mainly cardboard and mostly rather large. Someone who's working in this area sees me and tells me he has a box that has been sent to me. It's a bit bigger than a briefcase but roughly the same shape.
I open it and find that it's full of metal pieces something like Erector Set pieces but mainly brass rather than aluminum. It's been sent to me by someone who works for one of our client companies-- someone with whom I got along quite well. And somehow I know that the pieces can be assembled into a model Power Plant similar to the one he and I worked on some time ago. It should be fun to assemble, but it will take time -- and I have a much more pressing assignment!
But I'm quite pleased at the present and tell myself to get back in touch with the sender as soon as I find my bed and belongings.
By this time, it's clear to me that any additional searching on my part would be useless. My stuff may still be here somewhere, but it would seem to be a place that I don't have access to.
My immediate superior is not around, so I can't ask for his assistance. I know it's no good looking for him. But I see his boss (that is, my boss's boss) and explain my situation to him. He's sympathetic and I think he would really like to help, but he's so tied up with the moving stuff in and out of the building, he simply doesn't have time to help out.
As these last events take place, my concern switches from "Where is my bed and stuff?" to "Where am I going to sleep tonight?" It's getting on towards evening...
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