I keep having this dream about a weird office block where I work in some kind of secretive division that can only be reached by disguised magical teleporting methods. When I go there with someone that I work with, something warps when we're in the main elevator, and we're spat out in the right place.
Sometimes, like last time, I'm either going up alone, or I'm with someone else in the lift that I /don't/ work with, and I don't know how to invoke the magic. So I arrive in this rabbit-warren of cubicles and partitions and Escher-esque staircases and mezzanines on the reception level, and I start wandering around.
I know that somewhere, there's a doorway, disguised as a drinks fridge (panelled in that unappealingly brown fake wood veneer), that will take me where I want to go - I have been taken through it before. But now I'm all alone, and I can't find it, and I can't just open cabinets at random, because it will look odd, and I can't ask anyone, because I'm not sure who is in on the conspiracy - certainly not the cubicle droids - and so I wander, helplessly. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of somebody I recognize in an adjacent corridor, doing important things, and I try to rush around to there without looking too conspicuous, but they're inevitably gone by the time I arrive.
I think the secrecy around here is starting to get to me.