Revolving Door

I find myself in Florida with my friend Coral. The part of this dream that stood out most was a revolving door. I was with Coral and an older woman, who seemed to have been her grandmother. She was taking care of her and the three of us were out at a mall. Between the mall world of shops and people and the parking lot, was a revolving door. Coral and the old woman went through and I followed them. As I entered, the door stopped. I noticed how small the sections were. The door was not manual, so I could not push it myself. I realized there were buttons and switches all over the inside and I assumed there had to be a way to get it going again, I just didn't know how. The switches and buttons were not marked. I finally get out and walk over to the car where Coral and the old woman are waiting and get in the back seat. We go back to her house and I remember looking at the scenery. I try to take a picture and suddenly a big old truck gets in the way of the scenery. The truck is very old, probably from the 50's. A very old woman is driving the truck. It's right in my face, as if I had to pay attention to her and the truck.