We were walking these halls for a while now, and for some reason, we were missing one of our teammates, and had already started to search for him. We had just gone through one of the large maze-like loop of the complex, going through all the different branches and alternate routes, which took a couple of hours. I had a feeling that we had just missed him somewhere back there given the time differential; and wanted to go back in to search. The others did not agree and wanted to move forward to other areas of the complex. Eventually we agree to split up, and I went with the team that would go back in.
After a bit, we realized that we had gone through the lunch period and one of the other guys, an older man, stopped us and indicated that he needed to eat. He pulls out an elaborate case, and quickly opens, inside is black sculpted foam, and nestled in neat rows is some large, perfectly grilled sausages with many different things inside, that were slightly bigger than a banana. He proceeds to take a few out in order to set aside and eat. One of the other members started to offer sausages from his own stash out of nowhere, and offered me one. I take it noting that unlike the others, this one was cooked rare; which was what I had desired but never voiced. End of dream.
The theme that seemed to be recurring lately was that I would be searching for something; and be roaming halls and places with different branches, intersections, that were all looped into a larger complex; and these places were areas that I would traverse on a frequent basis, as I would keep seeing the same places and hallways in between.