(2/3/10) demoted; don't take the elevator

(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was at a desk in an office space. The space was dim, as if half-lit, with the lights over me being off. The desk was like a trading desk, with a number of work spaces at a long table. The table was grey. I sat at the right end. On the wall to my right were offices with their lights on. There may also have been filing cabinets, or some other kind of office furniture, between me and the wall. I was probably alone at the desk.

As I worked on some project, a man came up and stood behind me. He asked me a few questions about what I was working on. I explained it to him. He pointed out certain things that were, he felt, not appropriate to say about our company. This mainly had to do with the fact that we didn't have certain personnel (management?) on our team yet. I didn't quite know this, being a contracted worker, not a permanent employee.

I said I would keep the items out of the report I was working on. The man then told me (the man may have been young, tall, thin, and a bit pale skinned), "Well, I think there are a lot of things I feel uneasy letting pass through with this report. In fact, let's hold on with this report. Come with me. I'll show you someone to talk with to see what work is good for you to do."

I stood up and walked to the left, down a smallish, wideish hallway, to a smaller, but more open, area with more light (tannish-yellow fluorescent). Along the right wall were large, tan filing cabinets. In the center of the room were two folding tables, maybe six feet long each, set end-to-end with each other. Along the wall were offices. Farther up, I could see a conference room, lit by natural light. The man pointed me to a seat near me on the right end of the table. I sat down and faced the filing cabinets.

Another man had come and sit down in the space across from mine, possibly as I had been sitting down myself. The man was extremely thin, and possibly tall. He was white, but very tan. His skin had a hardened, dried-out look. He had blue-green eyes that looked pale, even though they weren't. His head and face were slightly stubby. His head had a few texture-lines, from veins. In a couple places, those veins had been scratched or cut, and patches of dried blood were caked to them. The man wore a vivid, pine-green shirt with thick, dense paisley designs outlined in black.

I though, for some reason, that this man was gay. But I could also tell that the man's job wasn't the same as my job. I was being brought here, I feared, so I could be taught how to do an easier, lower-level job. I was afraid that it had been decided that I was no longer competent to do the higher-level work I'd been doing.

Dream #2

I was in a lobby-like area, possibly on the second floor of a building. The area was wide, tall, open, with white floors that looked like hospital floors.

I walked into an elevator. The elevator had two doors, one before me and one to my left. As I got on the elevator, a couple women from my work ran toward the elevator, telling me not to get on.

The elevator door closed, but I may have stuck my arm in the left door to reopen it, then looked around the corner to find the women, who had been standing before the door.