I'm at a zoo.
There aren't any animals around, but the park is constructed with enclosures. I work as a general employee. My tasks are just to walk around the park and look for things to fix. Funnily enough, I'm wearing the same black and dark gray oversized jacket I wear for my real life job.
The zoo is located in a strange version of San Francisco. It's as if the city took inspiration from New York City and built impossibly tall skyscrapers everywhere. The streets are incredibly wide and a trolley goes through the middle. According to my dream, I take this trolley every day.
I walk over to the international affairs office. It's this boring brick building situated near the entrance. I step in and find a small lobby. To the right is an open door to a reception room. To the left is an office room. I can hear people talking in there, sometimes laughter, mostly chatter. I walk into the reception room and find myself in front a desk. The room is painted a pastel teal. It's cramped, but has a large vertical window covered with dead plant ivy. Near the desk is an easel with a magnetic board placed on it. It's selling magnetic souvenirs of artist work. Each one is a replica of an artist with an impressionist style, but I can't identify any of the paintings. It has the enticing price of 3.49 but the currency is foreign.
After spending a few seconds listening in to the conversation next door and finding it unintelligible, I step back outside. There's two women sitting outside on the opposite side of this outdoor corridor on the brick curb. They just look at me before we move on.
I'm walking towards the entrance. Instinctively, I know that my shift has come to an end. My attention is captured by a man in an American revolutionary uniform. He's ushering in a park officer on a white horse. There's another man in a blue civil war uniform doing the same.
I turn around and see the concession stand. There's this long fountain drink dispenser. Its construction is unusual. It has spouts like little fountains for each drink in a row that keep gushing out their respective flavor. I walk over and notice another person take out this bag-like bottle with reflective foil and set it on top of the spout. The spout latches on to the bottom of the bag and fills it up.
Amazed by this machine, I walk over to the stand and look at the prices. All around the stand window are candies. I don't remember the brands but they looked familiar. A majority of them were a lime-green or cyan color. The premium tier for the bag-bottle was 139.99 in the unknown currency. I was stunned because there was no way I could afford that. I looked around again and found the other tiers. The lowest tier was exactly what I saw that guy have. It was 39.99. Still too expensive for me, so I walked away.
While about to leave the zoo, I spot my friend. They're actually someone I know in real life and I'm stunned to see them. They're wearing the same uniform as I am. They're talking to some of the attendees, and I walk up. Just as I arrive, he says goodbye to his friends and tells me he's ready to leave.
We walk out the zoo entrance gate and cross to the center of this incredibly wide, possibly 15 lane road to the catch the trolley. We get on and meet some other friends I've never seen before. After a while, I realize we're still wearing our uniform and point it out to my real-life friend. He notices and we laugh.
The trolley ride keeps going and eventually I wake up.