Last night’s dream came across, in theme, like the questionnaire dream. I was being taught, but for what purpose I have no idea.
Starts out with me doing something that’s enjoyable, I don’t recall the specifics but it was more fun than anything else, at the behest of my wife. Halfway through I realize, “Wait a minute. I’m supposed to be learning something at school.” My mind runs over my schedule, I remember how in another dream I kept skipping math class depsite math class being vitally important to me in the dream. So I stopped my shenanigans, became prepared, then went to class.
It was an acting class. Except the learning was happening at our desks rather than being onstage. More like acting theory. We didn’t watch films nor read scripts, just lectures about the human condition and being social in a way that’s believable to audiences. The instructor resembled an older version of the character Claire featured in the online webcomic Questionable Content. I do recall brief moments of one-on-one instruction, but overall the class was treated as a whole without any special attention on individuals nor groups.
Then I woke up as the birds began waking, singing their morning songs.