Breaking into Rockefeller Center

For some reason my church from Thailand is gathered for a service in downtown Manhattan. After the service Staci, Keri and I decide that we are going to have lunch at Miguel’s (my favorite restaurant in Thailand) which, in my dream, is located inside Rockefeller Center, the home of NBC. We soon realize that Rockefeller Center is closed on Sundays and so we decide to sneak in through the air conditioner ventilation system on the roof. In the next scene we are on the roof looking down into the ventilation shaft. Neither Keri or I want to try it so Staci dives in head first. At first she gets stuck in the small tubes that are descending in a spiral but eventually she works her way down into the building. Keri and I are watching her descend through the clear tubes from a sky light. Keri goes next and also makes it. Due to my claustrophobia I decide that there is NO WAY I am doing that! So I signal to them that I will find another way in and I will meet them at Miguel’s. So I head back down to the bottom of the building (somehow) and enter through an open window. There are guards walking around everywhere so I quickly assume a hiding spot in the lobby amongst the decorative statues. Soon I notice that the animated statues, which normally act out a scene of children playing in a yard, are now fighting with each other. I laugh to myself as I realize that the guards must have reprogrammed them for their own entertainment during their night shift. “They better reset them before Monday morning” I think to myself. At this point I have been laying down on the ground motionless next to another statue for quite awhile and several guards have walked by without noticing me. Then Staci starts talking to me through a walkie talkie “Darin, are you there? Are you coming?” Her voice echoes through the lobby but the guard does not seem to hear it over the elevator music so he keeps walking. I tell Staci that I am on my way. I dash for the stairs and begin running up the flights of stairs until I reach the 101st floor. At this point I realize I am several floors from the top but this must be where the stairs stop. Maybe because the top floors are the executive levels. I will have to find another way up. I begin walking casually through the halls and I walk past several janitors who look at me somewhat suspiciously. “Have you seen Bill?” I ask one of them as I continue walking. I walk through a couple rooms and encounter a guard. I grab a nearby clipboard and make a few notations as I smile at him. “Hey Mike. It’s Mike right?” I ask. “It’s Mark.” He says. “Oh, right. Sorry.” I reply as I smile to myself at how close I got with my guess. I keep walking. Soon I reach an elevator and I take it one floor up. When I get there I am in a waiting room full of people waiting for job interviews with USAA. I see one of my old USAA friends there and he says hello. Still trying to make it look like I belong in the building I decide to play along. One of the applicants plays right into my plan when he asks “Sir, could you direct me to the proper desk?” “Sure”, I reply as I lead him to an empty desk. One of the interviewers looks at me suspiciously. I stand around for a bit to sell the act when all of the sudden the main lady gets up and says “Listen up everyone. There are no more jobs. Sorry. Go home! Actually we have one job left. And it belongs to the person that took the initiative to help us out by leading people to empty desks. Who was that person? Please step forward.” Everyone grumbles and says how mean she is. I have no intention of taking that job so as the crowd files to the elevator and I jump in as well. Then I realize that there are only three of us in the elevator so I hold the door. “Let’s get some more people in here” I suggest. The more people the less suspicious I appear. So I hit the button to go up one more floor. Everyone grumbles because they need to head to the lobby. I jump off at the top floor to find a guard with Staci, and Keri over talking to Taylor King. “What’s going on?” I ask. Taylor explains to me that they have their church service in the building and that is why he was there. Staci explains that the guard saw them so they confessed. “What? Come on! Why didn’t you just tell them that you were going to the church service!?” I ask as the guard escorts us out. No Miguel’s today.