I was in some sort of stadium, but the 'play field' was very small. All if I had to guess, the field was maybe 10 feet square at most. I was carrying some sort of tool up a flight of stairs.
Stepping into a generic bathroom, I caught a glimpse in a mirror. I was a 20-something blue-eyed girl with shoulder length orange-red hair. I was wearing some sort of denim coverall with short sleeves. I brushed my hair out of my face to see that the right side was buzz-cut short. Seeing myself like this negated any reason to be in the bathroom, so I left.
I took the tool to a balcony where there were a lot of metal upside-down U shaped railings. The tool was some sort of torch. I used it on cracks in the metal, which seemed to melt the crack back into a solid piece leaving no seams.
Some older guy - fat with dark hair and bushy mustache (honestly he looked like a real-world version of Mario) - was talking to me about repairs.
