A later dream took place in a corporate boardroom of some sort; one wall of the room was taken up by 1940s-military-style radio communication equipment. The crowd of people in there needed to use this equipment, and it was my job to get it working. One man tearfully thanked me when I was able to show him which plug to use for his headphones. An old lady then stole the headphones I had been using and claimed they were hers.
Finally, there was a dream which took place in the small theatre at which I worked as a teenager. I was suddenly back there working on a lighting design for an upcoming play. When the director found out she became really angry; apparently she hated me for some reason and started raging about how I wasn't supposed to be working there anymore. This is especially odd because she's someone with whom I worked there in real life, and was actually one of my closest friends at that place; we always got along really well.
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