Library Elevator to China Dream

My dad and I are in a fancy public library trying to get the head librarian to buy/shelf my poetry book. The head librarian says he will give me what I want if I help divide out a section of the library for "poetry, astrology, and fengshui." I ask him why poetry is going to be shelved with astrology and fengshui--they don't seem related. He told me that was his decision, and I agree to separate out poetry, astrology and fengshui books in the catalogue to put in the new section.

My dad and I leave and go to another library. We wait for a long time for the glass elevator, and when we get in, we notice that we need to get to the 80th floor. The elevator is moving very, very slowly and we can see the sky and birds outside. The elevator begins to move horizontally instead of vertically, and after a long time we realize that we missed our stop--when the elevator lets us out we find ourselves on the street, like we'd just gotten off a bus, but we are in China. We are in the middle of a Chinese military base somehow. A female officer in uniform, complete with a hat, salutes us as she marches by, legs stiff and knees locked.