Dreamed I was mixing a show where the drums were all echoes

I'm at a sound desk but every input is a delay of the last one. The kick comes in three seconds late, the snare never arrives, and I'm chasing faders in the dark while the band watches like it's my fault. Woke up with my palms sweaty and my ear still ringing. The funny thing is that it wasn't terrifying — it just felt like a Tuesday.