Puffin

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was more vivid this morning when I'd just woken up; now I've forgotten a lot of the content. I probably took too long to type it up, which has happened before...

I was in a McNally Robinson bookstore. The one at my local mall in real life just closed a few months ago, but in this dream I was in it, as if it were still up and running. The interior had a lot of richly-coloured wooden bookshelves and green banners everywhere. I was in the central area of the bookstore, which had a 360-degree, circular green reception desk with a wooden countertop. Like most of my dreams, the lighting in this building was dimmer than it should have been.

Lined up against one of the bookshelves near the reception desk, there was a row of black swivel chairs. There were a few men in suits seated in the chairs, but most of them were empty. They looked at me and I asked, "how's the exploitation going?"

(Wait... What?!)

"Very well," said another man, not waiting for me to answer. He was in his late fifties or early sixties, with gray hair and black reading glasses, his hands in front of him on the table, cupped together.

"Have any of you seen my assistant?" was my next question.

"The guy?"

"Yeah."

I can't remember anything else.