I dreamed last night that I was teaching drama to Harvard undergrads. I was wearing a light blue doctoral robe. (From Columbia according to one picture I found.) None of the students were really paying any attention to me. And I didn't care because I was pissed I was teaching and not directing. Who cares if I'm at Harvard? I want to be directing. Bah. The dream never explained why I had taken this teaching gig, I only know that I felt deep dissatisfaction. Plus, the students were all snobby and poopy heads.

I gave them an assignment though. I wanted them to write an essay on exploring how film and television have altered the actor's role on stage. And then of course, the little assignment also included having them figure out their own school of acting technique based on this essay. Due tomorrow. I'm a tough teacher. Half the class went wandering, and the others all looked kinda confused. I asked how long class was supposed to last. Evidently there was a whole hour and a half left.

So, I helped people with their audition pieces. Kinda like directing. Cept I have to leave them open for someone else to direct, but eh.. an audience should always direct a performance a little bit, right? I dunno. It was just a dream.

In reality: My sister met some woman with my name. Evidently this other woman is constantly having to say she's not me. This amused me.