Last Night I Dreamed
I started on the bottom floor of the building. I was with friends, some of whom I know in person, others that I have met online only. We were talking and eating lunch. At one point my dream skipped a beat and I was outside the building with a few friends. One of them pointed out that there were windows, indicating another floor that none of us had found. We began investigating.
We found many other rooms and floors but couldn't find the one we were looking for. There were strangers in the building. Some of them told us the floor didn't exist, others that it was off-limits--restricted to authorized personnel only. My friends would remind me of what we saw--of course the floor existed. And as for being restricted--well, who really cares about that? We wanted to find what we were looking for.
We went up and down staircases, and at one point my friends even talked me into joining them in the elevator. We blocked the elevator so no one else could get in (I don't know how, obviously my friends are magic), and spent a lot of time riding in it. Someone had brought treats so we sat on the elevator floor, ate the treats and sang Christmas carols--which is very seasonal, but when we were outside the building it was obviously summer--weird.
Finally, we found it. We were stepping onto the elusive floor, congratulating each other on a job well done, when an alarm went off, high-pitched, shrill. I jumped, awoke, and realized it was my alarm clock.
The interesting thing to me is that when the floor was discovered, I felt such an amazing sense of joy--as if something truly wonderful and amazing had happened, or was about to. Dreams are funny.