I just awoke from a dream in which I was arriving at work out of uniform, early, with the intent to go get my uniform before my shift. When I arrived Pope Francis was there any my theater, instead of the usual show, was holding a special religious service. I remember hearing organ music and seeing several elderly women in wheelchairs as I passed by the open theater doors.
I then proceeded to go through the employee access doors and found that the halls had changed. These doors didn’t go where they used to and I was lost. I kept moving forward but familiar rooms were now in different places. I struggled to get back outside again where I could regain my bearings.
Eventually I emerged outside again and knew where I was once more. I bumped into a custodial cart and had a hard time stopping it from moving.
Then I woke up.
It does remind me though… I need to get up early tomorrow for a uniform exchange.