I was leaving ceramics class early. All my pots were glazed. I walked to a tall building, entered and found the elevators. I got in the elevator and was trying to find the eleventh floor, but my vision was blurry. A young man in a suit and a lady in a dress ran giggling into the elevator as the doors were closing, like a commercial (life insurance? cologne?). The elevator started to ascend rapidly. I still couldn't find the button for eleven and the floors were going by faster than I could read, so I randomly pressed one. The elevator stopped at the fortieth floor and I got out. I saw then that the small footprint of the building had continued up the entire height, that I was in a spire. I walked out of the spire into a bigger space. A couple was floating in a pool, embracing and laughing. Tourists were eating at a restaurant. My father walked up to me and handed me a bundle of white envelopes, all labeled with black writing. The envelopes were filled with different types of pine pollen or pitch. I said "Now I understand why I'm so sneezy. My allergies followed the pitch up the elevator. I can barely function." My father said don't worry just put the envelopes into the trunk.