Susan's In The Cupboard . . .

I was working in an office.  Law I believe.  Nice people regular day, it's getting close to closing time, and people were leaving.  The office was brightly lit, a lot of windows, surrounded by a quiet town.  We were apparently on a higher floor of a high rise.  As people began to leave a guy was looking for a co-worker named Susan.  Some of the lights had been turned off already but I went into the office's kitchen.  It was like huge, instead of the kitchenettes offices usually have.  I was calling for Susan and in my mind's eye the woman I was looking for looked a lot like Susan Sarandon.  She had dark auburn hair and a lithe figure and apparently suffered with depression.  I looked in several cabinets but didn't find her, then notieed some drawers partially pulled out.  I went to push them back in but something was obstructing them.  I opened the cabinet door and it was Susan, curled up underneath ready to go to sleep.  I told her "Susan you can't stay here!" and she started to cry, she'd come out of the cabinet by now and became hysterical.  I told her "no, you will come stay with me you cannot stay here!" and she wouldn't come, one of the guys that had lagged behind said another co-worker was the only one she'd trust to leave with and apparently someone had brought that one back.  She came into the office and the kitchen and Susan threw her arms around her and agreed to go home with her.

Weird dream.