Another dream about the agency with no badge.  I started out on an elevator in the morning, with a number of other employees, most or all of them new.  The elevator rose at an angle, like the funiculaire in Quebec.  A couple of people asked me what kind of work I did.  I just smiled and reminded them, "No classified talk in elevators," while at the same time hoping to distract them from noticing that I had no badge.  On one floor there was a glass or wire mesh-enclosed room with a slightly raised floor.  Inside were several women nude at least to the waist.  Their breasts were of different sizes and pendulousness.  I went up to them, thinking if they didn't make an embarrassed effort to cover themselves, it was an open invitation to something or other.  But they didn't seem interested.  There was one other woman, on a bed just outside the room, and she seemed more willing, but I don't remember what came of it.    Later I was talking to some guy sitting on a bench on the first floor.  He had noticed that I didn't have a badge.  I was trying to talk my way out of it by telling him I often dreamed about being there without my badge, and how did I know I wasn't dreaming now?  Of course I knew that was ridiculous, because I knew I wasn't dreaming.  But I thought that would only confuse him.    I ended up staying late, and was responsible for something or other, and when I was outside the gates Rob and Fay Hunter were going to give me a ride home.  But first I had to stop at some supply shed in connection with whatever my responsibility was-some equipment or money or something.  The guy there asked me if I had any sports equipment, etc., and I said no, and then he checked and found he had "the dollar," so everything was OK-even though I was sure I hadn't given him anything.  The next day I think I decided not to go to work, and I worried about getting into trouble.