Puffin

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
When I woke up after this dream, I looked for the invitation for like five minutes because I was still half-asleep. Then I realized the whole thing had been a dream. I was so pissed off at my subconscious for even suggesting I could actually go to see this movie, let alone meet Michael Fassbender.

I was in some kind of small, square-shaped room, the kind one might find in a museum or government building. The design of the room gave off a bit of a Greek or Roman vibe, but there were some modern components too if that makes sense. At one end of the room, there was a stage. I knew it was night time, because the pitch-black sky was visible through a large square pane of glass in the ceiling. The inside of the building wasn't lit very well, with only a few small flush ceiling lights that faded out towards the floor.

I was walking toward one of my friends, who was sitting on the steps of the stage; they were holding a piece of paper in their hands and looking at it. I got closer, now about five feet away from them, and they got up, starting to walk toward me.

"What is that?" I asked them, curious.

They gave me the paper and as I took it, they said something to me, but I didn't understand what they said - it was as if they spoke and I recognized that they were speaking, but my brain didn't internalize the specific words, just the meaning of them. I replied normally though. "What?" I said, incredulously. From my reply and my mindset, I knew my friend had just handed me an invitation to a free screening of the 2011 movie Shame, with Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan. It was also the type of screening where you could meet the actors - not just a quick signing, but actually meet them and talk with them for a while. I was very excited.

I said to my friend, "I'm guessing you can't go to this, so could I maybe go instead? I mean, you can't because you're under eighteen, so..."

The movie is NC-17 in real life, so absolutely no one under eighteen is allowed admission. The funny thing was, I'm only seventeen in real life too, but I wasn't aware of this in the dream. For some reason, I believed that I would be able to get admission.

"No, you can have it," they told me.

I glanced down at the paper held it closer. The printed text was very small, probably 8-point font. It looked like a resume without that much spacing between four-or-five line paragraphs, and it had some bolded words in capitals here and there. At the very top, I remember specifically reading "2011 - Festival Screening of Shame".

I jumped for joy and said excitedly, "thank you, thank you! This is awesome!"

Sometime during this, the dream ended.