This dream was somewhat odd. I don’t remember all of it because I didn’t get it down in time. I was with a group of boys. I distinctly remember a name, though I don’t know who’s it was. Henry Spoone. We were a small group exploring an industrial complex. I think we were new to the place. I was certainly the only girl in the group. We were wandering along one of the walkways (not unlike the ones you find in airports – like a flat escalator only caged with metal bars) when we see a group of boys across the way. They were working on something I think and they had a disabled boy with them. He was in a mobility chair which gets hooked up to a pole, hoisted in the air and spun around. Don’t ask me why, I have no idea. While I watch this I climb onto one of the railings. The others in my group then (in a rather nasty move) retract the walkway so I am stuck, and if I let go I will fall and die. Thankfully, the disabled boy on his pole sees me and calls out to his companions that I am there. I am then rescued by a really nice lad who gets a ladder down to me.