I'm Sorry, We're All Out Of Pancakes

I started out going around an apartment complex with someone, who I believe was male, but I don't know who it was. The apartment complex was supposed to be my current one (Villas at Beaver Creek), but it didn't look anything like our apartment now. One thing that I do remember was that it was very sunny out, the sky was VERY blue, the grass was VERY green, and the buildings were VERY white and clean. There was a lot of clear and bright color, but it seems that it was very featureless, almost like the world ended just past the apartment complex grounds. Something about that apartment complex felt very warm and comforting, despite the seeming pristine-ness of it all.

I remember walking around the back of one building, turning right, and being between two buildings. Even thought these were two separate buildings, I believe that they were connected by a roof covering the area between them. This kept the sun out and kept it cool there.

As I walked down between the building along the sidewalks, I remember looking back at where I had just come from. When I turned back around, the buildings ended, and there was an open area where the office building sat right in the middle of everything. There were other apartment buildings all around, and they were all connected by this same roof that connected the buildings that I had just come from between.

I went into the office, and I saw that they had all these plates of pancakes around, with lots of syrup already on them. These pancakes were huge, like the size of a medium pizza (about 12" across) I think I was there to talk to someone or pay the rent, but I was having trouble getting someone there that I could talk to, even though there was a lady there behind the desk who was busy getting the pancakes together and serving them up. She was dressed in a tan business suit with a skirt. She reminded me a little bit of Kathryn, who is the manager at the Villas. She was very distracted, and almost seemed upset about having to work with getting these pancakes together.

I saw other people come in, one at a time, and each one got a plate of pancakes and started eating them. Some of them took the pancakes out the door with them, others stood around and ate them there, at least for a bit, before leaving. I either gave up on finding someone else there to talk to or pay the rent to, or I did find someone and just don't remember it, but either way, I remember no longer being worried about getting it done, whatever it was, and I was ready for some pancakes myself. The only problem was that by the time I got there, another lady had picked up the last plate of good looking pancakes. The lady behind the desk told me that she was sorry, but they were all out of pancakes. I saw one plate of pancakes left, but they looked all torn up and old. I think I actually wound up deciding to eat that plate of pancakes even though they were a bit roughed up.