There was a whole bit about looking through a teak wall unit that then kinda squished apart, while the woodworms rose to the surface.
A huge portion of the dream, though, centered on the office phone system that had been left behind, which somehow contained a rudimentary bookkeeping system.
Actually, it was about me going on and on and on to my companion about how laughably stupid the bookkeeping system was, with a remarkable level of detail (which has fortunately since been lost).
So now we know I dream of being an accountant. More specifically, an accountant that won't shut up.