I was working in a large retail warehouse, but it was with almost all of the people I currently work with. (Which is not in a warehouse, fwiw.) It seemed as if we were getting ready to open an outlet-type store there in the warehouse, so all of us were in a hurry to get things ready.
Kim, Misty, and Chad were all working on several skids of sunglasses. Some of them were still packed in cases, but many of them were just in piles and stacks on top of the boxes. Misty was sorting out the "good" sunglasses from the bad ones, and Chad was running them from the piles, over to the shelves where they would be on display. While they were doing that, Kim started going through a bunch of boxes of clothing that needed sorted and put onto trucks to ship to our other stores.
I seemed to just be moving around the areas, checking on everyone's progress - but then I began to help. I was helping by floating up to the top of the warehouse, grabbing things off of the very high shelves and bringing them down to the floor. We evidently didn't have a forklift to get things down, so I would just concentrate really hard and then I'd float up, grab some stuff, then float back down. It wasn't even really flying. It was just vertical motion, but still fun.
Misty and Kim watched me do this a couple times and they thought it was some sort of a trick. Kim said that I must be attached to some sort of wire or something, and she began looking around the area for something that could be causing me to float like that. She went near the edge of the room and started pulling at some chains that were hanging from the ceiling. She pulled one of them and it caused the outside wall to start to open up... almost like big doors for an airplane hanger would slide open. This freaked her out, and she quickly pulled it again to shut the door, because all of the clothes she had been sorting were falling out of the warehouse and onto the ground outside.
