A random person's.

"Fuck me. How am I supposed to navigate this place?"

You'd figured out that each door was unique to each person, but so far you'd only visited your mom and sister. Hypothetically, there were some 7 billion doors here! Who knew who's dreams you'd stumble into?!

"Screw it! I'll just pick a goddamn door and go with it!"

You jogged a good way down the corridor until settling on a bright pink door decorated with gemstones. Not wanting to waste any more time, you turned the handle and entered.

This dream was a sharp contrast to your mother's. For starters, you seemed to be in a theater or something of the sort. Rows upon rows of seats were packed with silhouetted audience members. No matter how hard you tried, you can't make out any distinct features.

"Figures." you thought. "You don't often dream of strangers, and the brain can't subconsciously create new faces."

As for yourself, you were in formal, yet casual attire: a button-up shirt, sport coat, and khakis. Everyone else was dressed similarly. Whatever you were hear to see, it was a tad upscale and classy, by the looks of it.

That's when the curtain rose. Entering from stage right was a beautiful woman, wrapped in a blue dress, carrying a violin. Immediately, you could tell this was her dream.

With grace and precision, the young lady bowed, sat on a stool, and began to play. The sweet melody lifted from her strings was as splendid and hypnotic as her appearance. Her dark skin glowed radiantly under the spotlight, and her wavy, raven-black hair flowed down to her shoulders like a gentle river. Everything about her was enchanting.

But to your dismay, some of the audience members began laughing. It started small, with a few chuckles here and there, only to grow into a cacophony of hysteria. You looked around the auditorium and saw every faceless stand-in pointing and laughing at the stage.

When you looked back to the girl, you realized why. At some point when you weren't paying attention, the musician's dress had disappeared, leaving her completely naked on stage.

The girl stopped playing and wondered what the fuss was about, only to look down and realize her predicament.

"OH MY GOD!" she cried, dropping her instrument to cover herself.

It was becoming clear what was happening: she was having a naked dream; the kind where you realize you forgot your clothes when you're somewhere important. You honestly felt really bad for this poor girl, even though you knew nothing about her. The whole dreamspace shuddered with shame and embarrassment.

You stood from your seat, and with all the psychic power you could muster.

"HEY!" you shouted, stomping your foot down. The whole theater went silent, with even the nude performer taking notice of you.

"Cut the girl some slack, alright?! It took her guts to come out here and perform, and even more so to do it without any clothes! You perverts were so preoccupied with her body, you couldn't even hear her play!"

The featureless figures shifted in their seats uncomfortably.

"Instead of making fun of her, how about YOU see what it's like to be exposed?!"

You focused hard on everyone in the crowd, imagining a reversal of fortune. And just as you wanted, all the faceless nobodies before you were completely naked. There were shrieks and gasps as the garbless people began panicking and leaving en masse, but most noticeable of all was the giggling coming from the stage. You looked to the violinist and saw her covering her mouth and trying to hide her snickering.

While everyone else cleared out, you made your approach to the stage. The trails of shuffling figures made it easy to hide the fact you conjured a robe in your hands. At your final approach, the auditorium was at last empty, leaving you and the girl alone by the stage.

"Sorry about all that. Here." you said, offering the robe.

She smiled at you. "Thanks. It means a lot."

As she draped the robe over her chocolaty body, you got a much better look at her. The view from your seat did no justice to seeing her up close. Bright blue eyes and full lips sold the beauty of her face, and her wide hips and juicy thighs drew your attention easily. If you had to guess, she was around you age, maybe a little older. You could nary glean a small peak of her bare form before the soft fabrics of the robe covered it.

Once your gaze was broken, you tried complimenting her.

"I-I.... I thought you were really good, by the way. Your music, I mean."

Being in a dream clearly did not help your smooth talking.

"Aw. Thank you." she replied. "You're very sweet. I'm Ava. Honestly, I don't know how I ended up like that! Sorry it kind of ruined the show."

"No, you were amazing. I was so.... enraptured.... with your music that I barely noticed what was happening!"

The two of you shared a laugh.

"Well, maybe you could come to another one of my shows sometime? I promise to stay dressed next time!" she suggested.

"I'd like that."

She leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek.

Then like the night before, everything began to blur. The world itself vibrated at a strange frequency, rousing you from the dream. The last clear thing you remembered was Ava's smiling face.

You were in back in your bed. Morning light illuminated your bedroom. Saturday's night of dreaming was over.