Early Rising

1. New Job

Secrecy about an initiatic book, hardcover. There are only three copies, I have one, or I inherit one.
Strange building, rooms and floors are open, uncovered, no roof. Upper floor on the left, on the left  of that are walls that look like those of a castle or old building. There is a way up and a pedestrian area on top, this is the outside, but you can't tell the difference. On the right there are two more levels, both beneath the one where I am now.
I've been left on my own, although it is my first day of work on this level, and I sit at a computer, and barely do anything, because I feel I am tresspassing someone's privacy. Then someone tells me I should read all those emails and get acquainted with the first floor in that way. I lay myself down in front of the pc and look at it. Earlier I was in a different section in the same room, namely to the left. Now I have this new job and I have to reorient myself again. The person who told me was a female colleague. But the female colleague whose pc I am working at now is not here today. This first floor corresponds to the first floor of the shop, and it is lonely, much more people work in the nethermost part.
When we go to bed at night, all the colleagues come home in this place and I am appointed a new place to sleep as well, next to my new direct colleagues, about five people I think. We all sleep on simple matrassas on the floor. We are in the far corner, but the whole room is littered with sleeping people. I did not realize that many people worked here. On top, about half are working in the same section as I do. That becomes clear when I wake before the alarm, but everyone else gets up too, half of the people of course. There are maybe two persons that now continually guide me, and I get out of bed although it is an hour earlier than I used to, and I hope I will get used to it. My parents, at least my mom, are sleeping here too.
It is still dark, we go up and have breakfast there.

2. BBQ Shop
(Hypnasomnic dream)

We are going home through the night, we are in Leuven, the streets are deserted because it is late. I am with my dad and my brothers. At some point we pass a shop where they sell coal for a bbq, and I point this out, and we go in because the door is open, and there is a room full of meet, I stay in the entrance, but one of my brothers and my father go in and take a look and I encourage them to buy something of a nightly snack. There are other customers in the shop, but no employees. Also, this is a square room, very high ceiling, and all the meat is piled up.