I just had a dream where I was going to what I guess was the music building at my university (it looked nothing like it, of course), after never having practised my instrument and mostly forgetting I’d signed up for a music class. I was about to have to either go into the room and “face the music”, so to speak, or never set foot in the room again and drop the class. Fairly typical dumb anxiety dream that I swear I’ve already had twice in some form.
The more interesting part of the dream was the beginning, though.
As I was coming into the building, I’d gone over to use the restroom.
But as I looked at the doors, I was suddenly overcome with a realisation:
Oh god, this is one of those older buildings.
In this dream, I apparently lived in a universe where it used to be that one door was labelled with a stylised male figure and the words “White/Male/Cis/Het” while the other door had no human figure and was simply labelled “Others”.