elevator

I dreamt that I was in a building. I worked there. I was up in the IT department and needed to take elevator. I walked back to the server room which was a bit cramped with wires strewn all over and found the elevator. It was a two seater. I thought maybe that it was a secret work elevator or a special  private executive elevator that took you to the top floors.

I got in to see if it would take me to where I needed to go. It moved, but not up. It went sideways then up then at an angle and then out of the building. I ended up a few blocks from the building out on a street.  A friend of mine was there and we started walking back to the building, but then we were on a tram. It went by a new coffee shop near our building called Canby Cafe. I was criticizing the name as it seemed kind of cheap sounding. A Russian man owned it and I figured he didn't know that Canby wasn't impressive in this city. M kind of got after me and then I felt a bit bad for being over critical.

When we returned to the building, the lobby was remodeled. It was nice enough before, but now it was futuristic, lots of metal and bright colors. It looked kind of flashy like a Vegas hotel. We continued walking and saw a man that was cooking. It seems he had a cafe in the lobby and we had a longstanding relationship with him from working in this building so long. I saw a whole chicken coated in wax and remembered that he had told us a story about some old recipe where you stuff sliced smoked meat into a chicken, then you dip the chicken in wax, coat it and then fry it.

M started talking about his husband. He said that when he and P would think the same thought, it would happen, whatever the thought. They were practicing controlling their thoughts to bring about change that they wanted.