There was a museum, in a mall. They were holding an exhibit about insects, and I decided to explore it, along with a few other people. It did not turn out the way we expected it to be. I remember a huge mound of maggots on the floor behind us, threatening to engulf us. Streams of cockroaches scuttled all across the floor around us. We ran further into the museum to escape. Its path was like a maze. One of the “exhibitors” unleased two giant bees from one of the rooms we ran past. Strangely they did not bother us, although they were frightening. After some harrowing turns following the signs in the museum, we managed to escape to the carpark.
And I woke up.
When I related my nightmare to a friend, he pointed out that it fitted the description of my current office.
“It’s telling you how you feel about work,” he explained, and he recounted to me the numerous things I told him before about the place. And surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), the pieces clicked.
Hmm, maybe it’s time I put my escape plan into action?