I'm at work, but it's darker, more shadows. I see my late friend Dr. Kite, across the cubicles, and at first I'm happy to see him but then I realize that he's not in this world, he couldn't possibly be here. I see somebody else, similarly, who passed away, and I'm wondering what is going on.

I end up at this house, where I live in the dream, but it's unfamiliar from life. It's a spacious apartment with glass walls, very open, an open kitchen on one side, and a staircase directly in the middle. There is a bunch of clutter around, and it seems like I didn't make the mess, but I'm going to have to clean it up because I'm the only one here. I think it's where I live after death. I take something up the two flights of stairs to the bedroom suspended above, and consider that I'll have to optimize a little bit as I don't want to take the stairs too many times.