I had a weird one the other day. I lost most of it before I could type it up, but here are some bits and pieces.
I go to this place and it's weird. I go in and register with my usual fake info. There is alien technology all over the place. I wander around a room with a big U-shaped counter/island taking up most of the room and find my wife resting at the bend end of the U.
So, we (dunno who "we" is, buncha people I guess) start working after hours on this building project as a prank on the company that's actually building it. First we're wandering around, deciding what to do, and I find some aluminum baseball bats to arm a few of us. (I don't remember why anymore, lost that.) They have these lift things that are like a black plastic window sash frames with a handle at the top to grab and a couple switches at the bottom to activate. I'm telling everyone how to use it even though I'm unsure. My sister goes up one and I do a quick test before finishing my speech and we all get to it. I take mine all the way up, unsure of how to drop down onto the roof, and find people finishing roof plywood. There's a gap with uneven sloped framing showing some old slightly rotten looking structure and I try to figure out how to deal with it.
I go down to the ground floor and exit via the break room. Outside the break room is a big compressor that I wish I could steal. I walk or drive down a road (vaguely like
this one) and stop at a plaza with a rental place I've visited and a Rite Aid. I consider going into rental place to see if they have electronics (imagining the small wall of overpriced cheesy electronics you'd find at a CVS). Parking is a mess, can't even go through the gate to get into the parking lot, so I park in a space outside it with some conflict I can't remember (blocking someone in?). I go towards Rite Aid, there are little cigarette stores and such that are there and I finally find Rite Aid entrance but it's just the tiniest convenience store. There are sample donuts and such at the front with bites taken out of them but there's a price tag too I think. I look for something (don't remember what) there but don't find it. There is a big wall display of these things that I don't know what they are, in packets sized similar to Pop Rocks, that appear to be perfumes or something but with slick mostly masculine marketing. I'm looking for something (what?) but find a basket of jerkies/etc and choose a fatty but big and soft steak with cheese. It looks raw. To decide if I want it I chomp on the package and pierce it with my teeth and realize I'm committed to buying it now. Other customers are in, including teenage girls who are dismayed that their credit card isn't working. I pay and leave and there are people outside, most of whom I avoid.
I go back in the alien compound by following a woman with a badge/prox card even though I have my own, bypassing the long customer line. Inside I go to a room with some kind of seminar. It's selling a doctor package where you can choose services including a menu of sexual services. I leave and decide to find my wife. I see her out the window and go outside. She leaves with her uncle and niece in an Urkel car after I came out and chased her and she was surprised I was there. I asked her when she'd be back, if I should smoke/drink, she said she'd be a while.
...alien place is abandoned. Mom arrives and tells me aliens left in spaceship but crashed. I say we take the tech, build on it. My friend wants to leave it alone. We go in and things are surprisingly compliant, I expected security and difficulty. We open the door to the stairs to basement by pressing square white button which surprisingly accepts me and opens. (The door looks like an average, old, beat-up interior door, which is weird considering the button on the wall that unlocked it.) I tell mom and some other person with us to prop door open in case it's a trap. Near the bottom of the stairs some alien tools are littered and I make way for us. We get to bottom, round the corner, and it is an equipment/infrastructure room. My friend comes down with doubts again.