law office dream

had a dream last night that steven t. wax author of  kafka comes to america, about representing guantanamo detainees--invited me to his law office to help with documents

greedily i was finding lots of things to digitize that were ultra obscure and rare to put online

the office was in a upper floor up an old elevator of a huge grandiose victorian skyscraper with a mysterious cinematic tim burton interior with lots of spooky woodwork and red carpets and papers loose and scattered about

possibly in edith wharton's new york or scotland (?)

i began rummaging around wax's law documents in seventh heaven, but he was no where to be seen

he had invited me, in the dream, for a sunday day of work, which was confusing to me, except obvious that he is a workaholic and would naturally work all weekend

why he wanted me there was a mystery, but i was delighted in the dream to be there, snooping and anticipating his arrival

i was hoping he wouldn't mind getting all the supporting documents online, but i was possibly scared to ask

i was quite honored of course