I just woke up from this and writing it down now. At first, I didn’t really know where I was - there was just a large room with people talking to each other much like any other conference. Everything was so realistic, so lifelike, the noise, the people. None of them I knew… I remember that there was a huge carpet, looking down, it read: “TCAC”. “Oh fuck that’s that anti mining thing!” I quickly thought to myself. Being a cryptobro inside a room full of people so fed up with it, I better try to fit in! While I’m fully against the way mining happened right now and support the need for change. Im autistic, what that constant noise would do to me is unimaginable. I’d totally be on their side. Yet, I do not fully disapprove of crypto, this alone made me feel rather out of place, perhaps even unsafe. “Can I have your attention please!”, an American accent screamed across the room as light faded. A older projector was being started up. A small flicker soon became a larger picture on a white canvas. Everyone was silent as a shirt movie began to play. The movie began with a voice that told about how things were before “‘they’ entered Texas” people were cheering and a happy music was selected for the background of this fragment. Later, the movie faded into the dark side where the huge mining facilities were constantly shown along with the large noise they made. I remember standing there amongst the crowd watching it like any other person in the room, it felt so awkward, even though I agreed with it. It felt like I shouldn’t be there. This sense of nervousness remained throughout the dream and the video that was shown… This was where the dream ended.