One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

I have some trouble as I'm moving into my new apartment. It seems the previous tenant left some of her items and she has some of mine. My landlord tracks down where she moved to and arranges for me to go there and exchange the items.

Flash forward a few days. I arrive at the other building at night. It is an imposing building of solid concrete, no windows, and few lights around the exterior. I find a security guard. I tell him I am a guest and have arranged to meet one of the tenants. He gives me a brown blanket and says "It's a belt." I drape the blanket around me. Apparently, I need to wear this to get through the security sensors. The guard leads me inside the building. Inside it's very nice like a luxurious modern hotel. Everything is marble and glass and steel. A cool ocean blue is the dominant color, like I'm in an aquarium. The guard leads me to the landlord of the building.

The landlord is an older women who is impeccably dressing and sophisticated. She greets me warming and leads me to the elevator. We ride to the top floor. There's a formal party going on in the penthouse. The landlord explains she has to make a speech and I can wait at the party. I feel a bit awkward at the party where I don't know anyone. The landlord begins her speech and the crowd gathers around her. I move to the edge of the room where a few shy people are sitting away from the crowd. I sit down a take out my phone. It is the new Blackberry. This intrigues the man sitting a bit to my right. I explain that I have two phones and the store gave me the new Blackberry because of some problem with the warranty of my other phone. A few other curious people gather around me as I talk about my new phone.

I recall that I'm here to met the apartment tenant and shouldn't be distracted. I find the landlord after her speech. She is about to give a tour of the building to some of the party guests. She tells me to follow along and she will help me after. I follow the tour group by fall behind. I find myself in line to what appears to be a museum. I circle through this line two or three times. When I get to the front, I have my credit card ready to pay. But the attendant tells me it's free and always will be free. He seems offended that I would think to pay. The next time through the line, I enter a room and sneak through a vent into an "employee's only" room. A man frowns at me and tells me this the dining room and bathroom for the workers and not for guests.

Once again I realize I'm distracted and find the landlord. She leads me to what I suppose is the mail room. There are a few people here. The landlord introduces me to the tenant I was looking for. She is a young woman, taller than me, and strikingly beautiful. She has light brown hair and a bright friendly face. I suppose she looks like that new British princess whats-her-name. She's friendly and opens with some playful banter like, "I'm the one with your book and you're the one with my mirror!" She leads me to a security checkpoint and asks the security guard to issue a passcard to get through "for the next cycle." She then starts back, leaving me to go alone to her apartment to exchange the items. I ask her to wait, I should give her my phone number in case anything's wrong. She gives me a scrap of paper and a pen. I start to write my phone number but get it wrong. I scratch that out and start again. This time it's correct but so sloppy that it's illegible. Why is my handwriting so sloppy? Dream fades.