I'm in this room with a lot of people. There's some really important people here, really big shots. I'm not sure what's up with this, but I don't trust some of them, and I'm apparently doing some sort of work for one or some of them. Possibly, it's about doing something FOR some of them, but AGAINST others, hence the disliking/hostility. I'm told to go to some place. I leave, and I'm following a trail of paper sheets. They seem to have some kind of writing, and I knew they belonged to the same document/book/whatever - they made sense, once together. Strangely, as I followed the trail, I automatically picked the sheets as if I was in a videogame. Just getting near them "collected" them for me.