Yes, it's another dream featuring mall/office building combos.

I've been preparing title insurance policies for the law firm for which I used to work for some time. I've been asked to come in and do some temp work for them.

I'm wearing a black pantsuit, carrying a black leather briefcase, wearing black loafers with a medium heel, and also carrying a latte. I'm glad to be out without my kids but I'm running a little later than I would like though I'll still be on time if nothing happens.

I'm downstairs in the mall. There are several sets of elevators, all that go to different floors. I can't seem to find the right one but I really don't want to take the escalators all the way up to where I'm going. I look at my watch and it's just about 10:30 - I will be late in about 30 seconds. I decide to take the escalator up one floor and see if I can find the elevators there. The escalator has shiny metal interior sidewalls. The landing I step into off the escalator is also shiny and metal - looks very art deco. I find the right elevators and get on. My friend TT, who used to work with me and now works upstairs, is also getting on the elevator. The elevator goes to floors 7, 8, 9, and 20. She's going to 20, I'm going to 7 - I press the buttons. I say goodbye as I get off and she says have a nice day.

The law firm's waiting room opens right into the elevator lobby - there are no doors, no wall. I approach the front desk, which is a small half circle in a rosewood in front of a rosewood panel and say hello but breeze by the person sitting there to find CA, my former boss. The office is oddly set up. There are private offices and conference rooms that form curved walls on either side of an open "bullpen" for the support staff. The firm seems to have gotten much much bigger since I worked there and I don't see anyone who would know me.

I stick my head in CA's office but he's not there. His office is long and relatively narrow for the length. His desk is backed by blond wood panelling and then the end of the room is all sheet glass windows. The sun is very bright through the windows and I can't see whether they go to the floor or not. About halfway down, along some floor-to-ceiling windows that look out at the bullpen, a bunch of people are sitting in chairs in a circle having a meeting. I wonder why they're not using the conference table that's in the sunny part of the office. They look up at me and I note that CA's not among them. I say "Just looking for CA, sorry to bother you" and duck back out.

I follow the line of offices looking for CA. I pass behind the wall that the receptionist's desk backs up to and come out to a second open bullpen. This one opens up on the far side to the mall. I can see a restaurant on the far side of the common area. It's all woodpanelled on the outside and says 90° in stylized iron lettering (numbering?). It looks like an upscale restaurant - the kind that will run you $40 for an entree. As with the lobby, this bullpen opens directly onto the mall.

I keep going down the hallway though eventually coming to a copy room. A woman asks me if she can help me. She has dyed red hair (very dark crimson) cut into a long page boy and large black rimmed glasses. (Actually, she looks a lot like my RL next door neighbor.) I explain why I'm there. She's one of the senior staff and CA told her to keep an eye out for my arrival as he wouldn't be there just them.

She brings me back to the receptionist's desk, which is now definitely empty. They are going to have a meeting of everyone in the firm and they need me to answer the phones while they're meeting.

One of the people that was in the meeting in CA's office is now in the lobby. He's tall and somewhat overweight, dark hair just over his collar in loose curls. He's wearing a tweed-ish jacket over an open necked dress shirt and a supercilious attitude. I think the jacket's silk.

As people gather for the meeting, I finally see people I know - LM and MD - but they don't recognize me. LM's gotten a lot grayer. Out in the elevator lobby, there's a bit of a brouhaha going on and a man is apprehended right in front of our receptionist desk. I'm crouching down next to the prisoner - he's tied up. LM says it's a good thing it wasn't him out there (meaning that he was a bit of a wuss). I joke that I don't know - he could've choked the man with one of his earbuds. He finally seems to recognize me.