My family and I are climbing a building, as if it were a mountain. I'm leading the climb.

I tell them how to get up the first pitch, which is the first floor up to a balcony, and they go up. I'm still on the ground. I can see Steve, and Lucas, and Dad, trying different routes to get up the next part, but they can't find a way. I think we're supposed to climb up these fire escapes. They look kind of greasy, and I ask my mom if they are, but she says they are just fine to climb.

I end up inside the building, looks out through big windows, like an observation deck. The building is really unstable, and swaying around to such an extent that I'm concerned about climbing any higher. It turns out I have boarded some sort of bus, and it pulls away from the building and drives around a bit before returning to the building, and I end up down on the ground again.

I assure my family that it's ok to climb this building, because I found it in a guide book. As I'm saying this, somebody dressed all in black tight-fitting clothes, like a ninja, passes by and I comment that it is another climber. It is now dark.

We just have to figure out the route that doesn't end up on the bus. I think I ask a lady that works at a desk in the building, though I am aware that maybe they don't like people climbing their building, and may resent it being published in this guide book.