I was in this strange configuration of a social institution, like a cross between the DMV, the prison system and the afterlife waiting room in Beetlejuice. I was needing to show some credentials in order to visit someone on the inside. Of course, I couldn't find them and managed to piss everyone off by taking up valuable space in line.
Someone was playing Nina Hagen (the screaming punk one, not the 99 Red Balloons one) and that about tore it. Things were getting dicey in the lobby, as the locals did not curry to that type of ruckus.
I was with some family, not my own, and we took our bureaucratic search to another giant building, one which featured a telling barbed wire strand in giant bas-relief for a logo on the side of the building. I didn't look forward to whatever was in store for us inside.
Some time was spent at some folding tables, just shooting the shit. Overall, not much of any significance occurred, so this is another failed launch of a dream story.
I must now go investigate a barking dog outside.
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