I was in an elevator, I think in some sort of massive spermall, trying to find a specific floor. Every time the doors opened, it was the wrong floor. Sometimes there were stores on the floor, sometimes offices, or hotel hallways lined with rooms. I got off on one particular floor, which looked like the lobby of a very fancy hotel, or even a bank for millionaires, with marble everything, everywhere. I went to the front desk to ask for help, but the woman behind the desk waved me away, and picked up her ringing phone. I turned, and saw a group of men in black suits descending a large staircase, with Donald Trump at the center.
A man standing near me grabbed my arm, shouted something incoherent at me, and shoved me back into the elevator that I had exited from. I started pressing all of the buttons on the panel, trying to find the right floor.
I came out on a floor that looked kind of like the food court in a mall, only it was a little bit dark, and completely devoid of people. I walked for a while, until I came across these two girls, who had put up some kind of Boho, Coachella tent in the middle of the floor. One of the girls waved to me, and motioned for me to come over. The girl introduced herself to me (I think her name was Sarah? Or Stacy?), and told me that she had to go to work, but her friend needed help shopping, and she asked if I could help her. I agreed, and she ran off.
The other girl, who was dressed in a very racy outfit, started telling me her story. She was an addict, and was in rehab, and had lost everything in her life. All she had was the clothes on her back. Then, she told me that she had recently inherited $5,000,000, and had spent almost all of it on random crap, and only had $500 left. She needed my help finding $500 worth of clothes for her, because all she had was the one outfit she was wearing, and it did not fit her at all. I’m not sure why she couldn’t do it herself.
I took the $500 from her, and started walking back toward the elevator, but the mall/hotel had changed, and now opened up into some kind of jumbo sized house. The inside was like a cabin, with log walls and wooden floors, but it was really fancy and nice. There were multiple floors, and staircases everywhere.
I went up some stairs, into a nearby bedroom, and opened a dresser. It was filled with clothes, and I just started grabbing them all. I went room to room, emptying out closets and drawers, until I was carrying a massive pile of clothing.
I found a really cool, futuristic style kitchen, and started putting all of the clothes into trash bags…
And then, I woke up.