I was in some kind of college theatre club. And for some reason I was part of an audition. I had two male actors to work with on a scene and they, too, were auditioning for the parts. There were maybe half a dozen similar groups. But everything felt something like a magic school training test instead. Each group was given its scene to practice. Each group member was given his or her song -- except that the song had to be deciphered from a puzzle. My song was fragments of a poem hidden in an old manuscript that had drawings and marginalia -- very Nick Bantock, with the exception that the manuscript was magical and the text moved around. I had to find the words and memorise them before they shape-shifted on the page. Somehow I found a way to write it all down on another piece of paper. And then that piece of paper got seized by magic and would not stay still in my pocket. The auditions began, our group was last. As our turn neared, I was still chasing the piece of paper because the words were slipping from my mind. My group was able to practice a few times though, and strangely enough, and because it was a dream, I could sing. My voice was loud and strong and when it sang the magic song small things happened around us like a spell. Like colours appearing in swirling patterns in the air, or strange flowers peeking where they shouldn't be.
Then it was our turn to perform, and my mind was blank. But from nowhere there were half-invisible beings who whispered things to me. And instead of singing I was presented by the panel with a multiple choice quiz. I was placed before a closed window, and beyond the translucent glass were the two actors from my group waiting (and cheering) for me to pass each question (there were three).
The quiz was on paper similar to the old manuscript. I had to literally pin down the answer. And I saw that among the multiple choices were the seeming gibberish words that were whispered to me just before, and I realised the beings were telling me the answers. As I picked a correct answer, the window opened, and one of the actors (who was suddenly beginning to remind me of someone disturbingly familiar -- disturbing because he looked too much like one of the sketches in my notebook...) handed me what looked like paper money that was also a ticket to something or somewhere. I answered the second question and the second window opened and the other actor (again looking like someone I knew -- like someone I read in a book) handed me a similar token. I realised I was only given two answers and had no idea how to answer the last question. But I was told I only needed to get two out of three to pass, so the last question was taken back, and I was allowed to pass through the third window to join my two companions.
And then I was told by one of them that everything was a test for something else. That they needed me to unlock a magic that no one else could access. That because I passed, I am now responsible for that magic to use it to help their cause -- because, as to be expected, they are not fully of this world but need to be both here and wherever their "there" is. Already as we were speaking, the magic was leaking from my fingers and causing the very air to shimmer, and there were strange things growing on the ground and the walls, and the sky was a certain shade of blue. One of them reached out a hand to mine and the magic flowed to him and his edges became sharper, and I felt the magic binding him in some way and he was letting it.
Then I woke up.