I dreampt that there was some sort of huge political rally taking place on the beltline (reminds me of this dream). There was a large platform full of people, and beyone it an even higher stage with a fat guy in a red business suit up on it yelling about something, and behind him a huge screen that showd his face, violently flapping its mouth. I had a bad feeling about this rally, like this guy was the 21st century American Hitler.

There was a new building being built just north of the beltline. It was a tall, beige, square tower. Someone I knew was going to work or live there, and that's why I was visiting it on this first day after it opened. I walked up the stairs, but on the first platform, halfway between ground and first floor, I was stopped by a security guard. Before I passed he had to tap me on the back with this metal box. It actually felt kind of nice, and I said so. He asked me if I was a terrorist. I said of course not. I had no intention of blowing anything up or killing anybody. He gave me a look like he didn't really believe me, but let me go on to the top anyway.

I came back later, at night, and there was a long line of people waiting to get up past that platform. When I got there I found that this time there were 2 ladies doing checks on people. They also pat me with the block, but this time it had little needles in it, and they were being very rude to everyone. I asked them how sterile the needles they were using were, and they didn't respond. The shorter woman, who looked in her 50s, was looking at a list and asking me questions, calling me 'Jake'. I told her that whatever list she was looking at was wrong - that my name was 'Daniel Stevens', but she insisted that my name was 'Jake Henderson'. I laughed, said 'whatever', and gave up arguing with her. After they finished sticking me with the block, they stuck a larger needle in my shoulder. To take a blood sample, I assumed. But if this is what I had to go through to visit the tower, then I didn't want any part of it. So I pushed them away and walked back down to the entrance, wondering if I should tell the people waiting in line what a bad deal it was. In addition to my backpack I was carrying around a big plastic bag full of laundry, and I had to get it all organized so I could get out of there before another security guard came after me. Maybe they'd arrest me for not finishing the blood sampling, or for being Jake Henderson.