I am driving somewhere, it is evening. I park my minivan and then get into an oversized go-cart-like vehicle. I drive through the wooded grounds though there are many other cars parked around me.
I end up in an office. This building is significant, perhaps an FBI or other government building. I am standing before a high-tech printer and I pull out two of those old black floppy disks. I begin printing off documents and I can hear people beyond the door but it is locked from my side. They are attempting to break it down. I begin printing the sensitive documents and I realize they are checks and other personal information. They are close to getting in and I begin tearing papers in half. I stuff some of the paperwork and the two disks up my dress and pocket them in my panties. The people outside get in but somehow I get away and now I am in a car. Continue reading