I'm climbing along the tops of two skyscrapers in New York, for some reason the buildings expand as they increase in height and at the top they're only a couple of feet apart, and I'm moving along them one hand on each. It's blue, everywhere, the deep blue of sunset reflected off the glass, and I'm wondering how I'm going to get down when I come to another skyscraper, taller than the ones I've been on, and there's a door that opens onto the roof, clear glass windows, and some women come out and let me inside...
It's an office of sort, and there's two women I must deal with, immigration officials of sorts, wondering what I was doing on the top of the skyscrapers, they're going to process me, my passport, in my pocket, has suffered some misadventures, it's all there, ripped up and in pieces, but complete, the women are running in and out of offices trying to gather appropriate paperwork...
I take the opportunity to leave them, not feeling very bureaucratic, to escape, find elevators, stairs, heading down towards the street, I run into an older man, grey hair, resting on a Chaise Lounge, he's asking about how my immigration is going and I don't answer, he laughs and nods knowingly "gonna keep anonymous, good plan..." and I pat my ripped up passport in my pocket...
I'm downstairs, and it occurs to me that I'd like this week off in NY to be extended, to stay here, maybe get a job, and I'm in a town square now in Philadelphia, puzzling, I only had a week off and I'm realizing that I didn't tell work I wouldn't be returning, am wondering, vaguely, how I got here...
(Note: Have a week off in a week to take a prospecting course. Odd dream, considering the owner of the restaurant is going to NY the same week, odd that I should dream of going to NY in his stead)