I dreamed that I had a job interview in Atlanta. I was in the waiting area of a very nice building. But as the guy came out to get me, I realized it was a Scientology building.
We went in the door. Very elaborate. As we walked, it opened up to a city below the city. I wanted to leave but was soon so deep, I didn’t know how it where to exit.
Then I was on a bus in the Tampa area, circling the town. I was headed to the airport. But the bus was going away from it. I asked some other passengers, and someone told me to get off at Tampa.
Then I found out my plane ticket on Delta, seat D Row 1 really didn’t exist, even though I held the boarding pass in my hand. They had no record of my ticket.