I dreamt of work last night. I was in a theatre of some kind, finding a seat. Two of the consultants from work were getting seats at the front of the theatre, while I was sitting near the back. S. and L. from work were coming to sit near me. The scene shifted to an apartment where S., L.., and I were all staying. The place had a lot of windows, and the sun was streaming through the apartment. From the quality of light, it was morning. The three of us were huddled around a computer, discussing something related to work. I snuck off, and went into the front foyer of the apartment, which featured a mirror and a dark slate shelf. My reflection was at no point visible in the mirror, though I was standing in front of it. The living room, beyond the foyer, was obscured by the sunlight coming through the windows, soft, white and bright.