Thena

I'm working with several others to get tags for a lot of untagged merchandise so it can go back to the sales floor. We seem to be working in the dark in an empty storefront, which is a much larger space than the small security desk that I'm used to. We're also working in the dark, which doesn't faze me. What does get my attention is that I'm having equipment troubles trying to print tags, but miraculously, I find the right tags on the desk. The phone rings and I try to answer it since I'm the closest person, but I can't figure out how the system works. There are so many buttons! I hit one and accidentally answer on speakerphone -- or so I think. One of our assistant managers is on the line and praises someone on our team. Then another person comes over and points out that I'd put the call on the PA system so it was broadcast throughout the building.

One of my team members needs to be treated by a doctor, and I join her husband in the waiting room to give some support. The doctor tells us that they'll have to amputate the woman's foot. He gives me a folder with some more information on recovery from amputations. I start leafing through it and notice that it's full of jokes! I'm somewhat in shock, wondering who the hell put this together and thought it was appropriate to add the jokes.

I step outside and see a restaurant that I want to try since I'm not always in the downtown area at lunchtime. It's a strange set-up. I enter the building on the ground floor, but the dining room is apparently in the basement. I head down a flight of stairs but don't see a host stand to wait at to be seated. I start moving towards the back of the room and find myself in the kitchen. There's a pale guy wearing a suit, and I realize he is the owner. He ignores me, but I don't linger in the kitchen too long. I head back to the stairs and see there is a large line snaking around the staircase. The owner comes over, and it turns out that he is working double duty as host. He tells a couple in line that there's a two-hour wait to get a table.

I head outside, irritated that I'll have to find someplace else for lunch. I find myself wandering around a parking deck, trying to find my way back to the street to look for other restaurants. Somehow, I end up back in a car. I start driving down the road, but the car seems to veer towards crowds of people lining the right side of the street. I panic, wondering why the car is heading straight into the crowd, and it veers suddenly to the left.

I'm now in a hospital room where my sister is in bed. She is complaining about how she contacted a childhood friend about her illness, but her friend never responded. I tell her it doesn't seem likely since we've had a falling out with the whole family. There's a bar(!) at the side of the room and I offer to fix her a drink(!). She points out that she can't have too much caffeine but "8 oz of Coke should be okay." I'm trying to measure out 8 oz. when I hear her talking to someone. I turn around and there's the mother of the ex-friend, yelling at my sister to that we'll never hear from her family again because our dad insulted them. I start to argue back, wanting to protect my sister, but I wake up.