I dreamed I was a wedding DJ who forgot the playlist

I was in a booth made of glass and old vinyl records, the kind that never play right. The bride was crying because 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together' wasn't on the list. I kept saying, 'It’s not my fault—I didn’t even know they wanted it!' But the crowd just stared, silent, like they’d been waiting for me to fail. Then I looked down and my shoes were gone—just bare feet on a carpet that smelled like burnt popcorn. I woke up with the echo of a laugh track still in my ears. Weird how the booth feels realer than most places I’ve actually worked.