I’m working but I have to go get some food and drop something off across the street. Rather than walk, I drive and there are people walking everywhere. As I’m trying to pull into the driveway of a restaurant across the street, a woman walks in front of my car and I’m inching along with her. She’s doing this because there’s no walkway. She gets mad at me and starts arguing with me that I’m getting too close to her. I assure her that it’s ok and that I’m not interested in arguing, that the problem is really the fault of the design that there’s no walkway. I finally pull into a parking space and get inside the restaurant but there’s no system for seating and no one greets me. Staff finally seats a huge number of people at once and I’m thinking that this is going to take a long time. I’m thinking about what I have to read.
I’m working in the White House. I’m only in my teens I believe. Some really high-ups want to show me something so they take me to a warehouse. These guys are dressed in really expensive suits and seem to have a buddy buddy relationship with each other and are constantly joking around like kids. We get to the warehouse and there’s this amazing piece of machinery that they want me to try on. It’s like RoboCop. I get it on but I can’t get it to work by command like the instructions say. I’m trying to see what weapons are on the thing. Someone walks up to me with a bag with a little key or latch type thing with instructions and I’m looking at it trying to see what part of the suit it goes to. The guy tells me that he picked it up somewhere. It sounds shady.
Tags: book, restaurant, robot, suit, White House
