I'm in a large auditorium, two tiers of seating like a concert hall might have. The lights are out except those on stage, where a man has been giving out awards for something. He calls out for a winner who had created a pair of socks for Sophie Cat (I have no idea what that is; it's some famous thing from the dream). The socks have paws and cat faces on them, and are stripped yellow. The guy who won seemed interesting, so I went and marveled over his socks.
As an intermission, the man calls for volunteers to join him on stage and show their skills. He calls for a young age group (5-7 or something) to show their abilities with gymnastics, and carries on some steps and a box of the water noodles that kids use in pools. A little Asian girl and a little black boy are chosen to perform. I for some reason realize I'm a stage hand, and run back stage to help. It's a small gymnast room, about 15' x 15', and a small blue mat has been placed on the floor. The mothers of both of the children are back there with them, so I spend time helping the children do some stretches. They get called on stage to perform, and two teenagers come into the room, a black male who will do "popping" (a style of dancing involving extreme muscle control), and a latina girl who will be singing.
We roll out another, larger aerobics mat, when a magician goes onstage. In his attempt to make some object disappear, he instead makes everyone disappear.
I'm now in a world that reminds me of some mix between Silent Hill and a horror movie about any haunted place that is shown in Ghost Hunters or Ghost Adventures for the setting.
It's no longer me I see walking forward, but Patrick Stewart. He walks forward wearily, through the darkness and debris piled around, and sees a woman through a smashed window to his right. She calls out to him in anguish for him to run to her, and I have a flash-forward/flash-back of being in the room with her, trying to bar a door with a metal bookcase while something tries to get us. In this vision, I sense that this was how we died (Patrick Stewart and the woman).
I pull myself from the 'memory' somehow, and I'm back to being myself. I move forward and walk into a greying, old library that appears to be ruins of some kind. The ceiling is still intact, but there are trees growing in through the walls. I see a small boy wearing dirty clothing cowering on the floor. I look up and see an anteater on a tree branch, talking into a walkie-talkie about something. As I walk around a bookcase, I see a badger that is dressed like a nun with big black buttons for eyes, signifying that the badger is blind. The badger is scolding the anteater via walkie-talkie, and I wonder why they don't realize they are so close to each other. I press on and come to a dead end that looks vaguely similar to interior of the house from Doctor Who "Blink". I turn back and look for the child again, but he is scared of me and tries to run away.
A man is standing near the exit, and I approach him to speak with him, but the child grabs my arm and pulls me out. We run from the man to a wall, where the child pulls out a key on a chain around his neck. The man is close behind, and the child get his key in the lock and lets us into a door that appears. We jump onto a lift there, and the door closes behind us. We are brought up to a second level that is a mess with clothes, trash, and guinea pigs. The child apologizes for the mess, and makes a space for me to sleep there. I know that soon others will be joining us to live in this loft area.
I return downstairs and notice a large group of college students outside a small building that looks like a news stand.
At this point, I wake up with a start in hearing a door close, and realize my alarm didn't go off for work and that I am running extremely late.