Upstairs at work I discovered an open filing cabinet. Upon a cursory investigation, I saw my employer's analogue of a permanent record. Wondering what monsters may reside within and struck with curiousity at my evaluations I grabbed the folder, shoved it under my arm and sneaked away with my prize. Now I don't remember much when I actually got around to reading through the pages but I do recall upper management having kittens that an important filing cabinet was compromised and they were missing important documents. Like an idiot, I went upstairs and returned the file which garnered a pleasant enough response.
"You're entitled to know what's going on and where you stand but all you have to do is ask."

I sat down in the office where the managers started screaming and yelling at each other in hopes of laying blame to no avail. This was the nightmare portion of my dream because I couldn't stand being in the midst of all this rancor.

Later on, I attended a wrestling event at a nearby arena. The WWE had fallen in quality and booking since my last attendance. Fumbling around in a jello-filled ring were two does. They were busy licking each other and bumping against the mat and ropes that had a strange lesbian aura about it. What really annoyed me were the kids in the audience being shown on the titantron cheering on the bizarre match.