Walking around a lab, trying to find where I’m working-lots of doors and restricted places, alarms and sensors. Find it, go inside, start working. Pull out something and a vial fell out. I call Glenna M (my boss) and she says it’s not hers. I see streets when I close my eyes, so the vial has radioactive stuff in it. I get out of there and try to find someone to help. More restricted areas and sensors. I finally find someone who opens a really restricted place and the guy in there comes to help. We find someone who was in the lab last and the guy says for me to take a shower. I go in the shower room and arrange the curtains-my boss’ boss says to use the chemical shower. I say it’s for chemical, not radioactive. They’re going to burn my clothes, too.
My exciting life, this place