I am waiting in line. The holdup is security searching people. I notice a teenager in front of me who has a faux tuxedo t-shirt on, complete with bowtie. He looks like an adolescent version of The Penguin. He even has the hook nose that finishes the resemblance. Something about this boy screams danger. When he gets to the security officer I warn him to search him much more closely. He does so, and finds a bomb packed away somewhere within the mini-Penguin's clothing. He laughs, and waves him on. Penguin waddles forward to wait for the line impatiently.
Scared now, I slide under the railing and look for an escape. Back at the entrance to the area I can now see 2 or 3 non-uniformed people lounging around, turning people back around into the entrance of the building. Outside of the security guards searching people there is no security at the building. I head inside, moving quickly.
In the main section of the building is a big auditorium. People are being funnelled into it. Around the auditorium are small, squat rooms that look like school rooms. Between these rooms are hallways, often leading directly to exits. All hallways are blocked by lounging armed guards. The only hallway that isn't blocked leads up the outside of the auditorium, heading up a wide flight of stairs. As I'm approaching, a classroom on the side of me opens up, spilling out 30 or 40 older looking students. They start being herded towards a side entrance of the auditorium, but some turn up the stairs. The guards let them go, maybe to avoid scaring the rest of the students. I shuffle through the pack and start following the small group filtering up the stairs.
When we reach the top, I look back. The guards that were previously standing at the exits have moved in, and have started heading through the side doors of the auditorium, weapons ready. The security has thinned out where we are, and we are able to move freely through the top part of the building. The students with me are starting to become scared when they realize what might be happening. The emergence of gunfire and explosions and screaming behind us doesn't help to settle the mood.
(It was at this point that I woke up.)
I have no idea what this dream means, and it freaks me out how calm dream-me was about the whole situation.