I apparently was the boss of a small business. One of my employees, who I know to be shy, was being fidgety around me, so another one told me she must have something to ask me. She was looking at an envelope on that other employee’s desk, with today’s date stamped on top.

We were in a small dark room, with desks along every wall. Two desks were below an IKEA SVÄRTA loft bed, and all the desks were lit up by warm white LED lamps.

I sit down at the second employee’s desk, under the loft bed on the left and next to the door. In the envelope, I find a postcard that looked like a love declaration addressed to the shy employee and not me. I show it to her, and she shows me a second postcard. One of the two cards mentioned loving her “despite her interorgasm menopause”.

I was in a bedroom in someone else’s house, at night. The room was lit by a yellow ceiling light. There was a desk next to bed, and someone else was sitting with me at that desk. A woman was also sitting at a smaller table nearby. We all had laptops.

I don’t remember much details: I think the person next to me left, then I took their chair to let the woman join me at the desk so I could show her something.

I then remember that she tried to close her laptop while laughing, but it didn’t go well because the lid was not closing completely and instead started to bend. I told her to stop because she was about to break the laptop, but it was too late. She opens the lid again, and the screen was still turned on but was completely broken.

I was walking along a road, and was lost. Instead of trying to continue along this road, which I think did not have sidewalks and passed under a bridge and a tunnel further away, I entered a parking garage made of concrete, with a spiral in the center to let vehicles switch floors.

I tried to avoid the cars moving around, whose headlights I was seeing very late, giving me very little time to react. I turned on my phone’s light to be more visible to the drivers. When some pedestrians passed by, I used that light to look at some things on the ceiling, as if I was there for a good reason, like a building maintenance guy.

At that moment, my environment changed and I was now in an underground car park, with a higher ceiling, and better lit. I followed the pedestrians as they found a ladder and climbed it. I thought I was at level -3 and wanted to go up in order to leave.

Along the ladder, I saw signs indicating levels -2, -1, then 0, even though we were still on the same level. We reach the ceiling, and I watch the others do something, and everything appeared to be normal to them.

I look down, then notice that we are near the ceiling of a classroom in an engineering school. Some students on the floor are looking up at us and laughing.

The ladder has been installed in the center of a structure made of tables and chairs, and the ceiling is still just as high. It looked like some kind of prank or game organized by the students. Most of them were wearing purple clothes, their school’s color.