From a few days ago
I was walking down a long hall in a very big house. Staggered on either side of me were wooden doors with round brass knobs and no locks. Some open, some closed. As I walked past each one I looked into it, if it was open. As I neared the frosted glass door at the end of the hall, more of the wooden doors were open. I remember seeing people that i knew inside of them, doing various things. The only one I remember was a guy from work who reminds me of the husband of one of my college roommates. He had his back to the door where I was passing. It was a quick glance and all I saw was a picnic table in a kitchen, with a large tv on it. He was trying to do something to the tv, shove it into a bag or box or something like that.