Film and Driving School

So last night I dreamed I was in film school. I had to make two short films. The first was a drama, I can't remember exactly what about. I remember there were 3 of us at a table, and things were being slammed on the table. Also there was a random long smooth shot of the equipment room, which we could see through a glass panel. I wondered why someone had included that shot in there since it had nothing to do with the scene and it made us look like such amatuers.

The next film was about race, somehow. It's hard to remember the specifics now, but I know I wasn't in it. I wrote the script but couldn't be there when they shot, so I didn't see it until class. It told about the life of a black mother, I think. And at one point in the dream I thought we had the real woman there, but it turns out it was just my partners mom with different hair.

Between making these movies and screening them in class was the weird part, though. Out in the parking deck there was some sort of driving school. Maybe. I just remember getting in an Eclipse on the bottom level and some older instructor type asking if I remembered how or was up to the challenge or something. I had to accelerate all the way to the top and change gears at every floor change. I sped, squealing tires around support structures for five floors. At the top, I had to stop suddenly because there was a group of people up there that I didn't want to hit. The guy in the car with me turned and told someone in the back, "Yeah, that's how you do it."

So we sat in the car on the top of the parking deck for a while, but at some point in the dream the car turned into a bed and the parking deck turned into a room at the back of the theatre room where we screened the movies. I end up sitting on the bed in this room wearing pajama pants with a tshirt that doesn't match. I also had my UGA cheerleading shorts on the floor along with a few other articles of clothing that added to the absolute tackiness that was my outfit.

As I was sitting there watching other people's movies through the doorway that connected the two rooms, and every so often feeling as though I was in the back of church, I got a text message about my movie. I needed to stay for the end of class because they were going to show mine. Suddenly I shot out of bed and started layering all of this clothing, and the person in the room with me asked why. I told them it was because I didn't want to be pulled on stage to talk about my movie, especially looking like that.

Somehow, though, I ended up convincing myself that we were going to win an award for the movie, and my partner had already left. So if I left too, there would be no one to accept the award, and they might not play our movie. So when my name was called, I walked slowly down the aisle extending my arms and pushing them up the way people do when they want applause. Everyone seemed to know me and yelled out funny comments about my attire. I took the mic and joked back before we watched the movie.

While I was watching it, I kept being amazed at the quality. The sound wasn't hard to hear like our first one, and there were no random equipment shots. There was even a professional actor in there...I know this because every time he came on screen, there was some sort of caption indicating we had paid him to be in it. He looked a little like Chevy Chase when he was younger, and I wondered how we could afford to pay him.

When it was over, I think I talked a bit more to the audience, but the dream basically ended there. I think I was too awake at this point and the dream had already been fading out. As for material origin, my boyfriend is in film school, and there were some references to his movies in mine, but I'm not sure about the car bit. I'm also not sure why I had this dream about a week after he showed me his last film either.