Climbing at Work

I was at work (Mercedes) and I was walking around the warehouse a bit aimlessly. I think I had gone up to the key room briefly, and then I came back out by the receiving dock. I was walking down the main traffic aisle in front of our pallet rack area, and I got to about where they process the air freight so that I was on the opposite side of it from my office.

I noticed that Wayne, a guy that had retired more than a year ago, was back and was filling in for someone for the second shift of receiving. (which we don't really have) I looked at the clock up on the wall above the dock doors, and I noticed that he was about 45 minutes early. We chatted briefly about it, and me made it out like it didn't really matter, so I didn't really care too much.

Then I turned and went back to the pallet rack area, and I wound up between the pallet racks and the small bins. I think that at first I was alone, and it suddenly seemed very late, like around 9pm. There was stuff going on that I don't remember, and I heard people around here and there.

At some point, something came up about climbing around on the freight that was in the pallet rack area. I think the first time, I was actually lifted by fork lift to an empty location on the aisle that faces the small bins. I was up there with Ricky (a punk from work) for some reason, and we were several levels up. Then he climbed down, and I saw the path that he had taken to get down. Rather than getting down the same way, I wound up going over to one of the main support poles, wrapping my left leg around it and using my right leg for support, and I slid down it slowly but effortlessly. I think I may have even passed Ricky on the way down. The really strange thing was that as I slid, I didn't tilt over or anything. It was as if I was able to stand up straight the whole time I was sliding down.

Then more people were around, and we were looking at other aisles in the pallet rack area. Many of the aisles had freight boxes sticking out of them in a way that they almost formed steps. People were getting up on the stuck out portions of the boxes and climbing around, commenting on how well it was all laid out. It turned out that Ricky was the one that had put that stuff away, and it was actually because of him that things were stacked so well. (which is contrary to his normal work routine)

After that the dream ended.