secret agent

I dreamt I was in a large warehouse. It was at least two story and had those huge freight elevators in it. It almost felt like one of those old department stores with the lazy feel of canned music and not much going on. There were items stacked together in rows with enough room for a couple of people to walk through between them. It wasn't like they were in a pile of boxes. It was more like you were in someone's attic, looking at piles of possible treasures. There were a few "clerks" milling around, but not many, as the upstairs wasn't used as much. I was a secret agent and I had some items upstairs, but they were behind a special wall that no one new about besides myself and the agency that created it. I had a couple of people that were with me to help get my things, but they also were unaware of the wall. One of them was talking to me and I hushed him quiet. I told him that these clerks , at least some of them were undercover as well and watching our every move.