Just woke up from a different dream.
Im not in high school but in a play as an adult. A play Ive never seen but I act on instinct to make improvements.
I get positive feedback for all but one scene. Two ninja like figures were doing martial arts and I fought them in a funny way. I asked the audience, Did I win? And they laughed.
Somebody said What are you doing? As if it werent written in the play. I told them, making the play better.
The play called for me to die. This dark shroud approached me and swallowed me. But the narrator said ,"But a soul can be reborn."
At that moment, I was below stage and I knew I was supposed to change. People sprayed me down with water for some residue from a former scene. Then I went to go get my costume for the final scene.
"You have 15 minutes." Someone said. So I picked up a cute pink dress in my size, but it belonged to someone with a similar name. All of them had pink labels with black letters.
They were supposedly in alphabetical order but I could not find my name and was in the midst of trying. It felt like five minutes had passed. Then I woke up.
I think the fact that I improvised the scripted scenes speaks to the fact that Ive always done what I thought was right in my heart and not what was considered right by those around me. Ive always held myself to a higher standard than a lot of my peers, even if it took a big risk or turned out wrong.
I think the death part is clearly about death and the dressing area represents the afterlife. I think the costumes represent the righteous robes given to the saints, catered to each individual.
Had I continued in the dream, I probably would have found my costume but I have no idea what the Final Act would be.
I think the Final Act represents heaven as it prepares for the New Heavens and New Earth.
The improvised scenes represent my life on earth. There's no stage rehearsal. It's just life playing out.
Im not sure why I messed up the fight scene so much.