Mixed dream sources

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I dreamed we had done a Phoenix performance for the head of some bit tech company. (Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, or that level person, but I don’t remember specifically who.)
We had done the show, but not been paid. We were told we had to do down to their office to get paid.
So, my wife and I went to his office. It was on the top floor of a big luxury hotel. There was something else going on, so it was all very busy and crowded.
My wife didn’t want to deal with getting through the crowd, so decided to stay in the lobby.
I had the guy’s business card, and showed it to the people at the elevator. They allowed me to go straight up to the top.
The elevators opened onto the roof. There was a short patio open to the air, then a large rectangular black glass block taking up the rest of the roof.
I went over to the block and walked in.
The inside was mostly open with all sorts of things hanging from the ceiling. Some were different designs for things like planes and such, some were cables of flashing light, some just seemed to be streamers.
There were computers everywhere.
Over on the far side, I saw the guy sitting in front of a large bank of computer screens.
“Frank, you’re here,” he said, coming over and shaking my hand. “How did you think your show went?”
“I thought it went pretty well,” I said. “The kids seemed to like it and there weren’t any problems.”
“The kids are still talking about it, so they did like it. What about my house?”
“It was very nice.”
“Do you like my office?”
“Most impressive.”
“Do you have an office for your group?”
“No, we run it out of our home. The only office I have is for my day job.”
“What do you do for a day job?”
“I design giant robot freezers.”
“Like this?” he asked and called up something on one of the screens.
It was an image of a deep freeze unit that did look a lot like one of my freezers.
“A lot like that, but bigger with more robotics on top,” I said.
I realized he knew all there was to know about me before he hired us, and really just wanted to talk to someone.
“I came for the pay for our show,” I said.
“Oh yes, of course,” he said. He reached back to his desk and picked up a check that was sitting there.
He handed it to me, it was the standard price for our show.
“Thanks,” I said, and walked off.
When I got outside the cube office there was a mob of reporters in the little courtyard. They were all shouting about some sort of scandal that was going on.
“YOU MUST LEAVE THIS HOTEL,” an amplified voice said. I looked behind me and there were a bunch of police with megaphones herding people towards the elevators.
“THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY. YOU MUST LEAVE. IF YOU TRY AND GO TO THE LOBBY INSTEAD OF EXIT YOU WILL BE ARRESTED!”
I walked over to the lobby elevator and there was an officer in front of it.
“I had a meeting with Mr (whatever it was),” I said, showing the card again.
“OK, you can go back to the lobby,” he said and pushed the button.
As I got in the car several reporters started complaining about my getting to go to the lobby.
The doors closed.
Dream ends

I do find it strange that I have no idea who this guy is or what his name was. I knew his name in the dream, but not on waking.
When we were visiting my wife’s relatives 3 days ago, we were talking about computer companies that started in garages (HP, Apple, etc) and how strange it must have been for the people who were there from the start.
And, police breaking up the various occupy events has been on the news a lot.
Today is the Phoenix Christmas party, so the troupe has been on my mind.
But, it is strange how it all came together.