It's early morning. I appear to be scouting a warehouse in an urban area. The houses around me are no taller than 2-3 stories high, and the back alleys are dirty and cracked with non-use. The warehouse itself is 2 stories high and stretches down a dirt service road. I can see a few openings in the roof. For some reason I want to enter through those openings, and not the main doors on the side of the building. Everything is quiet around me. I realize that this isn't the warehouse I want. There is another warehouse- similar to this one but much more modern and solid- that I want to enter because it has something I want. This warehouse is a block away.

Suddenly I'm outside that warehouse and I climb up some machinery to an opening in the roof. I peer in from the opening and even though I expected it to be very quiet, it is bustling inside. It is also amazingly clean. Forklifts are moving around, people are walking along long alleys of shelving, and I see a giant vault to some bank. It was the vault I wanted to see, but I had no intention of entering. I just wanted to see it.

Suddenly I'm back at the first warehouse. Someone is watching me look at the entrances. He says he works here but the shift hasn't begun and he would like to enter. He asks me to help him out. I decide that this isn't too much trouble so I walk around the side where machinery seems to be active. On the side of the warehouse there is a large machine on some sort of metal scaffolding(think of a metal frame and place the engine/machine on a platform on top if it) that comes to about the height of my head. a large metal container is sliding down the length of the warehouse on metal rails. It glitters with the shine of metal shavings. I avoid the moving container and climb up the metal scaffolding onto the roof of the warehouse. I walk along the roof to the entrance that the man wants to enter through. There is a grate covering a vent that pops into the warehouse and I climb in. Unlike the other one, this warehouse is dead quiet and dirty everywhere. No one is in here. I climb down from the inside, unlock the side door and walk about. The side entrance has some sort of strange fencing jutting out from the wall so that you have to walk in between it to get in or out. The fencing appears to be made of dingy carpet staked to some fence pikes. It would appear that someone thought putting carpet up like this would be good to keep the dirt outside and not let it into the building. Judging by the condition of the carpet, it would appear to have worked quiet well... if the warehouse itself wasn't so dirty inside. I reach the end of the carpet fence, and exit from two flaps dangling on the end. The man is there and he enters behind me.

Suddenly its much later, I'm watching a young man(a couple years younger than I) argue with an old man outside the dirty warehouse. It appears to be over two samples of some sort of algae. Both of them are very adamant about their positions even though I am unsure what the argument is about. the samples are in petri dishes and they ask me to make a decision. I peer at both samples in a microscope, and for whatever reason I realize that the old man is wrong. In my mind I understand why he was wrong- something to do with air bubbles in the sample- and we decide to go along with the young man's assertion. I'm not sure why air bubbles proved the old man wrong or what the assertion really were. I try to think about it and then

I wake up.