Today's napping dream was a two-parter. The description is a lot longer than I intended; just trying to get everything down before I forget it.
I was in some sort of immersive simulation of a tech company. I explored a hall and came upon a room with a lot of workstations and employees in it. Each workstation had a computer with a video game console hooked up to it. Many of the consoles were Xboxes, but others were imaginary, with X-prefixed names. For instance, I think one was called the X-Explore. I remember a light pastel color palette associated with it, whether on the console itself or on the screen of the computer it was connected to. I saw a man furtively leaving an office, so after he left, I went into the room and saw a pull-down stairway to the attic had been left open. I went up the stairway, but as I reached the attic, a small sign next to the top of the stairway lit up and I heard fire engine sirens below me. I leaned toward the sign to read it because it was quite small; it read "Austin [or "Texas"?] Fire Department called". I was really annoyed and asked aloud why there couldn't be a warning at the bottom of the stairs that an alarm would go off. I noticed a very small black button on the side of the sign and pressed that. The sign darkened, but the sirens continued to blare. I didn't want to be caught, so I woke up.
I quickly went back to sleep. I was in a different, more spacious building. My dad was at the front to pick me up and had just let me know he was there. I walked to the front. I was wearing a suit with a bowtie, but the bowtie was partly undone and I had left my shoes at the entrance, so I looked a little disheveled. My dad was waiting for me with an older man I didn't recognize, and I felt embarrassed to have the man see me in this state. I put on my shoes and we went outside. At that point, my dad and the man continued on, but I was approached by an unknown woman. She quickly began invading my personal space, asking me questions. I tried to remain calm, and simply repeated, "Madam, please leave". It occurred to me that she might be trying to pickpocket me, so I felt inside my pockets as she continued harassing me. My phone and wallet were still there. Then, a man came up behind the woman and knocked her out. She fell on the ground, dropping several things. It turned out she had pickpocketed me, as the things were mine. There were two mechanical pencils, and possibly other things that I don't remember. One of the pencils I've recently started carrying regularly and the other I've recently stopped carrying because it's broken. I was confused both because I was apparently carrying two pencils, not one like normal, and because I was carrying the broken one. I picked up my things and thanked the man. As I left I made a point of picking up two pieces of lead that had fallen out of the pencils.
I joined up with my father again - the man who had been with him was gone - and we ended up in a theater lobby. It was quite large; I think the carpeting was red with gold accents. There were two sets of oversized double doors leading into the main theater. My father and I joined a long line that led into the doors farther away from us. We were at the end of the line, near the other set of doors. I tried to explain to my father the pickpocketing incident and showed him the things the woman had stolen. Along with the pencils, I was holding my diary; this greatly confused me because my diary is much too large to fit in a pocket and I didn't remember picking it up. (At that point I was probably closest to realizing I was dreaming.) Much to my annoyance, my dad didn't seem to care about that; when I finished talking, he started talking about the show we were going to see, which was some kind of opera. At that point, I heard a man's voice singing opera in Russian inside the theater.
The doors opened then, or they were already open, and the line started to move. The singing in Russian stopped either at that point or soon after. My dad left the line and tried to enter the double doors that were nearest us, but an usher stopped him and sent him back to the line, where he rejoined me, and which was starting to move much faster; we were nearing a run. The line was arranged so it passed the farther-away set of doors then made a 180º turn and entered them. I was annoyed when I noticed that some people skipped that turn and went straight into the doors as they passed. I obediently went through the turn, but the doors closed just as I reached them. I tried to open one of the doors, but when it didn't open at first, I worried it was locked. It turned out to be unlocked, just much heavier than I expected. I got the door to open once, but lost my grip, and it shut again. The second try, I managed to lug the door fully open and entered the theater.
The theater was a cavernous space, with a steep decline toward the stage. The leader of a Francophone organization in my area was giving a speech on the stage, which I found strange. Why would a Francophone community figure be introducing a Russian opera? I went past several rows of seats looking for my father when I came upon a young woman, who was supposed to be an acquaintance of mine, but she actually looked like Lindsay Lohan. She was sleeping in her seat, but woke up to talk to me briefly. I was about to sit down with her, but she pointed out my father a few rows down. I said I would sit with him, and she said she was going back to sleep. She said there had been a short film and a main feature before the opera that was about to show. I was confused by that and went to join my father. I don't remember what happened afterward.