Bad Dream 225 -- Where's the Office?

In my dream, I am standing outside in some city-type environment -- not doing anything special.  I see a young man nearby who is asking directions from passers-by.  He reminds me of Pickles from my time at University Camp for Boys -- that is, a pleasant enough 40-year-old-man stuffed into a 14-yearr-old body.

I overhear some of what he's looking for, but none of the folks he's asking seem to know the place in question.  But I'm pretty sure I do know. So I walk over to him and point to a large office buidling on the other side of the street, somewhat set back from the road.  In fact, some of the building is hidden from our sight by another building of equivalent style and size of the building I'm pointing to.  

Since I don't have anything else to do and I've already given him these instructions, I decide to go with him to see if we can find the office/business that he's looking for.  We cross the street and enter the building I pointed out.  The building is clearly designed for a considerable number of independent businesses -- and it has a large "open atrium" design.  The structure and decort in this main lobby are quite impressive: Beautiful stone flooring and walls and brass fittings everywhere.  And everythig is as neat as a pin.

The lobby is quite busy, with suited business types moving quickly from place to place.  It feels like a beautifully appinted train station full of people on their separate missions.  I'm still pretty sure we're in the right place, and that the office my newfound friend is seeking is somewhere on an upper floor in this building.  

All of a sudden, I realize that I've forgotten the name of the business/office that my friend is looking for.  So I ask him, but he seems to have forgotten as well.  I think he may be overwhelmed by the size and commotion of the lobby.  He shrugs his shoulders.  He goes over to a wall-mounted directory -- I guess to refresh his mind as to where he wanted to go.  I feel that, if I concentrate, I can recall the name as well.  And I'm feeling a bit guilty in having brought the young man over here and not able to help him complete his task.  

I concentrate on recalling the name we're looking for and block out, as best I can, the noise and commotion around me.  I recall the "sound" of the name and a few of the letters.  And then the name pops into my mind.  I go over to my friend and announce the name:

"We're looking for Amnesty International!"  

I wake up.