Singing Serial Killer

During the first half of this dream, my family was anxiously awaiting Trump’s official recognition as President of the United States. We’d learned that he was banning the use of headphones and AirPods. If found using them, there would be high treason. My sister and I were using our headphones one last time before Trump was officially elected. The scene changed, and I was with my co-workers in the building I grew up doing ballet in. We were preparing a sports tourism event. There was tension in the air (irl, my office has a lot of drama going on). I ended up working on a project on my own in one of the dance studios. Eventually, I noticed a young man (who looked like Tate from AHS) was watching me through the studio windows and doors. I asked him if he needed something, and he asked me to sing. At first, I was confused, and I asked him to leave. He was persistent, and he kept asking me to sing. Out of fear, I began attempting to close and lock the doors. There were two doors, but neither locks were working. As I tried to hold one door shut, he would attempt to open the other. To stop him from coming closer, I started shakily singing “Dream a Little Dream of Me” and trying to think of a plan. When I finished, he asked me to sing it again. I just kept singing to keep him away and calm.