the audition room that turned into a rooftop

I keep having this one where I walk into an audition and the room isn't a room — it's the top of a building I've never seen, and the panel are just silhouettes holding coffee cups. I start the aria and the city spreads out under me like a stage, and for once the fach doesn't matter, nobody's boxing me in, I'm just singing to the rooftops. Then I wake up and remember I have to be a mezzo tomorrow.