I was scouting locations for a music video. Walking next to Mardi. She was going to be acting in the video, and I was feeling anxious because I wasn't too sure that what she was wearing was going to work for the part. I was thinking much more along the lines of dark fairy meets interdimensional wise woman on acid. Trippy, but not scarily so. She was wearing jeans and a baseball hat, and her hair looked a bit grubby.
We walked into this long hallway. At first, I thought it was a cathedral, but I looked over at Mardi and she shook her head. (It was interesting that most of the dialogue in this dream was communicated through hand symbols or without speaking, through telepathy.)
We walked further and entered a giant studio. The ceilings were crazy high, and the room was filled with glass topped work tables. She told me that she was teaching children in this room, and wanted to show me some of their creations. It was basically the most pimped out classroom I'd ever been in. After we looked at some of the childrens' paintings, my anxiety over her costume came back to me briefly, and I was trying in my head to find a diplomatic way of conveying my opinion, when she turned to me and said out loud, "Don't worry. This isn't what I'm wearing for the shoot."
I was like, "Wow. I love this telepathy thing. Sure saves time with no having to figure out how to explain things nicely!"
She reached into a container and pulled out one of the most magical robes I had ever seen. Rusty orange, speckled with flecks of copper, shimmery. It caught the light in all the right ways. She pulled in on, pulled up the giant hood and gave me a wink. I was thinking, "She's perfect for the part!"
I looked down and realized that there was garbage everywhere. Was pulled out of the film shoot by pieces of something white that had been pulled apart. I had to clean it up to keep the 'scene clean', and I was anxious once again, worrying that I wouldn't have enough time to get all the garbage picked up. Then there was a broken machine next to me. Some sort of camera. I was trying to splice wires to fix it. Again, worried that I'd fail.
Then the whole rest of the dream, which seemed like an eternity, was me trying to peel this weird stuff from my tongue. Every time I'd get it off, it would be back two seconds later, and I was looping, thinking "I just did this! I can't believe I'm doing it again!"
Woke up and had been grinding my teeth pretty badly.
NOTE: Mardi is a friend of mine who was the first person to tell me I should try dressing up a bit. She jokingly said something about me getting a stylist at a function and although I was defensive and kind of hurt in the moment, I pimped myself up to the nines the next time I went out, just for her.