my dream from last night was quite disjointed, bare with me:

* part I: my wife came to visit me at work, at our new headquarters building. i went down to meet her in the large, impressive lobby. she was waiting by the comfy leather seats in front of the security gate, with the baby in the stroller. somehow, there was also a car parked in the lobby. it was a shiny red new super-expensive sports car. like a ferrari testorosa but with two rows of seats. my old friend becky, who now lives in boston, was in the driver's seat. we all decided to go for a ride. in order to pull the car out of the lobby, we had to pull it around the large security desk and back through a really large revolving door (large enough for cars). as we went through the large revolving door, through a glass wall i saw the vp of finance and other executives sitting at a table playing poker with several japanese men and women (presumably, from our japan subsidiary). when we got out of the building, we were in a parking garage. an alarm sounded, and glowing, floating, security guards (resembling the aliens from the movie cocoon) rush out to apprehend us. we escape.

* part II: i am witnessing the end of a gunbattle. two men surrender to two other men. this is in a banquet hall filled with rows of chairs. the rows all face the center, where there is a stage. suddenly, i am drawn in. i and my companion surrender too. they two captor threaten to kill us all. somehow, i know that it is a farce, and that the captors intend to kill the others, but not my companion and i. the captors come over to us and fire blanks at our heads and we pretend to fall down and die in the aisle between rows of chairs. my companion starts to laugh, but then tries to pretend as though he is winceing in pain. he pretends to whimper, and then fade away. then it is quiet. did it work? the others seem to be gone. we are startled and we look up. suddenly there is a loud procession entering the room down one of the nearby aisles. they are headed for the center stage. they are all dressed up like jesters, or like in a masquerade, with masks and banners. the room fills quickly with spectators. an announcer begins to speak from center stage. welcome everyone. and welcome to our new members. the spotlight shines on us. there are cheers. we play along and wave and smile, shyly. loud dance music plays and a huge video screen shows a man doing wheely trick in a wheel chair. the crowd starts to dance. we slip away, un-noticed, into the back rows. there is an older man watching us. somehow i know he is important, maybe even in charge, but watching from the back. he confronts us. he is suspicous, but just makes small talk. he is wearing a yellow raincoat. there is a white tag on it with red writing- it's a all-access pass to a rock concert. i ask him about it, and he insists that it is his daughter's, that she had borrowed his jacket. he is now flustered, and moves on and lets us pass.