The first I remember of the dream was walking into a Costco building, but it looked nothing like the roomy interior of Costco. The ceiling was lowered, the shelves were closer together, it took less time to walk from one place to another, etc. Right in front of me were 3 ladies standing behind tables lined up behind each other. I walked up to the first lady and she took a red balloon up to my mouth and in a very Asian accent told me to blow in it. I had a difficult time doing so, only managing to get a single blow in before it deflated. During my attempts it looked like she was measuring my blood pressure, but I couldn't tell. After a few failed attempts at blowing up the balloon, she took it away and shook her head, telling me that she couldn't measure me. I got angry and proceeded to the last woman in the table line. I asked her to measure me, but she said that if the Asian lady couldn't do it, she couldn't do it either. I demanded for her to do it, but she consistently denied me. Steam practically coming out of my ears, I stormed off. I passed the deli section and went down the nearest flight of stairs I could see. The room I was now in was long and skinny. A counter with another employee standing behind it was in front of me. Completely bypassing it, I walked to my right, where there were shelves and shelves of storage for frozen items. A woman, presumably a trainer for new employees, was showing her underlings how to shelve the items. I scooted past them and saw an outlet stationed in the wall for a Little Caesar's. I remember faintly that I was supposed to go in here to find food. I ordered a personal pizza and ate it up the stairs and out the store before I woke up.
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