dream #12 for 2022: a conference gone wrong
2022-Dec-14, Wednesday 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mellowtiggerSo many dreams this year.
I woke up. I slept and woke a few more times, I think. The last time I woke up, I found Hope resting on my arm.
Read about the brief dream...
I was on the 2nd floor of a business building. I was attending some sort of conference. I was in a room near the entrance with a few people in it. I felt lightheaded. Someone at the table said, "Does anyone else feel weird?" I looked around, and people were about to pass out. I knew something was wrong with the air. No oxygen, maybe? I dashed for the elevator. My sight grew dim. I saw someone else stumbling toward the elevator ahead of me. At least they managed to press the elevator call button before they fell to the ground. Someone at the conference reception desk passed out, but not before pushing over a box from their desk onto the floor.
I finally reached the elevator doors as they opened. I recovered briefly with the fresh air. I managed to pull the fallen person into the elevator and press the ground floor button. Upon reaching that floor, I dragged the person out and yelled to the information desk to notify someone that the air is bad on the 2nd floor, and people are falling like flies. There was a flurry of activity.
I decided to return to the 2nd floor to pull more people away into the elevator. I found myself surrounded in the elevator by people who seemed trained for this sort of thing. What kind of business building is this, exactly? Before the doors opened, I warned people to "Huff the air in here quickly before heading into the room." I think only one guy joined me. The doors opened.
None of the conference people were there. They were all gone. There were some very efficient people rearranging conference material. It was all much neater than when I left a few moments ago. The guy at the reception desk offered us tablets for fresh air. They came prepared with lozenges that release fresh air? Again, what kind of business building is this? Did they deliberately release some kind of knock-out gas on this floor? What did they do with the conference attendees? He then deliberately knocked over the box in front of him, and the contents fell out in precisely the same location they did previously, when the real receptionist passed out.
I finally reached the elevator doors as they opened. I recovered briefly with the fresh air. I managed to pull the fallen person into the elevator and press the ground floor button. Upon reaching that floor, I dragged the person out and yelled to the information desk to notify someone that the air is bad on the 2nd floor, and people are falling like flies. There was a flurry of activity.
I decided to return to the 2nd floor to pull more people away into the elevator. I found myself surrounded in the elevator by people who seemed trained for this sort of thing. What kind of business building is this, exactly? Before the doors opened, I warned people to "Huff the air in here quickly before heading into the room." I think only one guy joined me. The doors opened.
None of the conference people were there. They were all gone. There were some very efficient people rearranging conference material. It was all much neater than when I left a few moments ago. The guy at the reception desk offered us tablets for fresh air. They came prepared with lozenges that release fresh air? Again, what kind of business building is this? Did they deliberately release some kind of knock-out gas on this floor? What did they do with the conference attendees? He then deliberately knocked over the box in front of him, and the contents fell out in precisely the same location they did previously, when the real receptionist passed out.
I woke up. I slept and woke a few more times, I think. The last time I woke up, I found Hope resting on my arm.
