I had a dream that I was in some kind of theatre class I guess and each of four teams just had to make a relatively short performance of some kind that told a story. That was the only parameter, it had to tell a story.
We also had to listen to other people’s performances and give some kind of synopsis of the story or something like that. But for some reason, I was less keen on listening to the stories than trying to find a comfortable way to do so. During the second one I’d moved into this weird square tunnel looping high around the walls of the room that I guess could have been for acoustics maybe?? I have no idea what it was for honestly. But it opened up to the room a ways from either side of the stage such that I could see the stage from a high-up vantage point while lying on my stomach. It was a little cramped and hard to hear stuff in, but overall much more comfortable than the seats I’d had to deal with during the first one.
I forget everything about the actual content of the first two but both of them had just opted to do a short play. I do know after the second one I went and asked them to email me a copy of the script (so I could do my summary even though I was a bad listener) and they obliged.
The third performance was absolutely wild, literally the reason I remembered this dream. This group had decided to tell a mockumentary about flying cars throughout the ages, starting from their origin in ancient India. Oh my god. It was so amazing?? There were clear signs they hadn’t had near enough time to make what they wanted to make and were just showing a half-finished product but the part of it that was done was really awesome. They had these really elaborate and authentic costumes and stuff and wow.
They started off by framing it with what was apparently an Indian myth where Shiva was wrangling the snake Vritra in his hands in order to divide an ocean of milk in two (they used a silky white curtain for the milk ocean and had what was either a really good snake prop they were moving in a convincing way or, in a bit of silly dream logic, an actual bluish-black snake-like naga playing the part :p). As the ocean split apart, that was a transition into another scene. I missed most of the rest of their intro for some reason (I don’t know why? I was sitting in the main area with seats this time and there weren’t any distractions or anything) but I do sort of remember there may have been multiple separate myths woven into one coherent story, and I think Garuda was doing that half-kneel lunge thing in front of somebody in one part of it (there was like a painted background behind them, all of the scenes in the opening were that level of amazing). Maybe Garuda had something to do with the introduction of flying cars? I don’t know. But in any event I’m fairly sure their intro did explain where they came from, as coherently as it possibly could.
After that they went into a weird thing kind of like a fashion show where there was a person representing each “era” walking around with their own flying car prop with the distinct style of that era around them. In the early parts everyone had a distinct costume and they had these dancers doing Indian dances to music on the side; everyone’s costumes had sort of the same aesthetic as Shiva and the others earlier, though they appeared to purposefully be getting more plain with time to show the ancient Indian influence decreasing. As things went on, the flying car props gradually got more rushed, they stopped doing the dancer thing, and eventually they resorted to having people stride out covered in giant cardboard cups big enough only from their knees down was visible, each with a large design sketch of their respective “character” taped on them in the same really distinctive caricature style (it kind of reminded me of Midna proportion-wise). Seeing that, I was just really like wow what a shame they didn’t have time and had to do that… it’s cool to see those sketches though.
After their performance was over, I could literally sense rage coming out of the instructor at the far, far end of the room. They were peeved by the way the group had clearly thrown in a short myth intro just to say yeah we told a story, we followed the parameters while mostly doing something entirely different, but at the same time, they couldn’t fail the group because the group more or less solidly crossed off at least most of the rubric with that story, and they felt somewhat obligated to give them some credit for how well-made the costuming/set design was. Ergh. Those, those enterprising creative people who just don’t want to follow orders.
I asked the group for a copy of the script and was surprised to see one of them dismissively pull out a single lined page of sloppily-written coloured pencil like you want this crap? yeah sure you do. Kinda didn’t make coherent sense with the rest of the dream? I guess they just did all of it through memory and agreement without a script and then wrote that up to turn something in, though it seemed more like the dream was trying to imply their pretty amazing work was the result of bullshitting the assignment at the last minute.
If anybody should have gotten a bad grade in storytelling, it should have been the dream.