I do not remember how this dream started out, in fact, I usually have about 3 seperate dreams, but details are hard to remember for most.
I am at this place for some kind of activity, a sport I believe. Because I was new, I had to be tested with an MRI. The dream then jumped to after the MRI (I did not experience it in the dream). I meet the guy in charge of the place after the MRI. He has a shaved head (not skinhead style but the I'm going bald so I'll shave it all off style). My family is there along with some equipment. I specifically remember that there is paint in the equipment.
It starts to rain shortly after and everyone goes inside. I'm left with the equipment, so I decide to take it in the keep it dry. I go through rooms in the building, but all of them are leaking, severely. The second to last one I go to had a long table and oil spills on the floor. The oil does not float on the water though. This room is in the style of something akin to gothic architecture. This room is awesome. There are two men, contractors of some type in there. They are fun to hang out with, but I have to leave to get the equipment to a dry room.
The dry room I find has green walls and a wood floor (like my room at home). The lighting in the room is like that of an old public building with first generation fluorescent light tubes. The guy in charge, my family, and others are in this room. I set down the equipment, relieved to finally find a place for it; however, this room sucks. Those are the words that went through my head. It's specifically the lighting of the room that repulses me. I get up to go back to the room I liked.
Outside that room, I run into my dad and the two contractors. They're listening to music. I see my dad dance before he turns to me. He is not embarrassed like I thought he would be. I then enter the room and the dream ends as I wake up.
