I woke up this morning from a dream about being trapped in some sort of basement in a place that combined aspects of many different workplaces. A disaster was bearing down on us and we had to get into a room to sort it out. Except that the door was wide open. There was a gate, but it was hanging open, unsecured with an open padlock. And behind that was a desk blocking the door, but it was easily slid over or moved aside. I handed the padlock to a panicking man. It's fine, I said, we can get in. We got in. Inside the room was dimly lit, white painted. We had to figure out what the guy had done. One of the women was crying and distraught. I suggested to RA that we ask her to decipher the guy's notes, and he agreed and we nipped upstairs to print them out for her. It occurred to me as I woke up that if we could nip upstairs to do some photocopying we probably hadn't been trapped all along.