I was in a hotel lobby. Everything was upholstered and tawny. I got into an elevator, and was holding the door for a woman (I think she had a cart). "What floor?" I asked. "Fourth," she said, "but that's not on your panel." She took out a key and opened a service panel with extra buttons.
The doors opened on the fourth floor -- a bi-level atrium filled with lush tropical plants - lots of wide green leaves. A stream burbled through the room. "Oh," I said, "can take a peek?"
"Sure," the woman said, and I had the impression that I was being allowed in because I had held the elevator for her earlier. She left to do her errand, and I walked along a path. I said to someone that this must be the green room where Lassie waited between acts. I set my "man purse" / shoulderbag down. The path went around the corner of a wall, and through a door. When I went through the door, it locked behind me. Some marketing folks were there and for filling out a questionnaire I got two discount coupons to Disney World. About this time I missed my bag.
Someone let me go back and get it.