I dreamed that Walmart had a secret upper floor where the crazy Christian activists ruled over the rest of the store. One of my coworkers who never gets upset about anything was sitting at a table crying because he wasn't doing good in school and he was giving up. I tried to comfort him by sreoking his cheek and saying "it's okay baby" but probably wasn't much help. One of my other coworkers who has never shown any real interest in having a partner or significant other announced he had a girlfriend, and Vin Diesel was leading a series of classes on trust. My toddler son helped me climb down a deep hole in said class. I went upstairs to the secret top floor, but aside from looking around I don't know what else I did.
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