For whatever reason, I needed a new job and an unfamiliar person apparently knew me well enough to recommend me for a retail job. Based on the layout, the retail store looked suspiciously similar to a building in this region that has been vacant for over a decade but now scheduled to open in the near future as a clothing shop. Apparently, I got the job and this guy and I agreed to carpool when we worked the same shifts.
In the dream, however, the store sold more than clothes - selling pretty much anything and everything a la Walmart. My primary job seemed to be keeping shelves stocked throughout the day.
Time then jumps to near the end of my shift. I'm with what seems to be a high-level manager who is showing someone else the store's security protocols and practices. We take a stairway to the second floor and find multiple homeless people there ripping open boxes of cereal to eat and dumping most of it on the floor in the process.
The three of us do our best to shoo the homeless out and call for more workers to help with the removal process. The homeless guy I'm trying to shoo demands a Big Mac. I tell him, "I'm sorry, that's a wrong answer." Once that guy has been dealt with, I moved a temporary shelving unit to discover even more cereal on the floor with other stuff strewn about and staining the floor. My shift was supposed to end at 3, but it took until 5:30 for myself and others to get everything satisfactorily cleaned. On the plus side, my coworker tells me that I've been recommended as a permanent employee after impressing the higher-ups after just two days on the job. Part of me was pleased to make such a good impression, yet the other part hoped the day's events wouldn't be a regular occurrence if I were to work there on a more-than-temporary basis.
My coworker drove me back to his house which seemed out of place for the neighborhood. For whatever reason, I go inside the house with him before I realize my own car is outside. To get back outside, though, I had to snake my way through a maze of twisting hallways. I eventually end up in the back yard where my coworker's family members - and possibly others - are all in a rather large swimming pool with a deck that extends over part the pool. A random guy I didn't know handed me a box of softballs for some reason, and I thanked him. As I'm looking for a gate to leave the yard and go home, I hear a woman's voice yelling for my coworker to join her in the pool before dinner. She comes out from under the deck - obviously skinny-dipping and looking unattractive enough to be horrifying. At this point, I'm not sure what to think about my coworker, his family, or his personal life.
Thankfully, this is where I woke up.
