Dream Diary 7: The Studio

'Twas a giant warehouse separated into smaller film studios by curtains and other temporarily erected walls. Each one was a clutter with eclectic furniture from different design eras- objectively a mess, but somehow comforting. I was there with all my classmates shooting a film. We were there until 3am, yet no one tired. Each scene we shot, we would move to a new room in the warehouse, without knowing what it would look like. In the final room, there was an out of tune piano. I played it and everyone crowded around, making requests for songs I didn't know. I played them anyway.