A mid-level banker is put through a hellish trial in some bureaucratic attic. But his bosses get off scot-free. Of course, there were never any clear charges, and there is never an arrest. And then there is some dream, was it, about the guard of the door to the wonderful room, and he was afraid to go in--thought he couldn't get past the guard ... I am sorry, I am not expressing myself well here. What I want to say is that there are layers upon layers of meaning here, and plenty of food for thought.