School of Terror

This was a short dream. I mean, it was one of those dreams that you know all the context and mood after only a couple of scenes and then you move on to a completely different dream after.

In this dream, I was in a school where terror rules. If you violate a rule, a part of you would become pig-like. When you turn into a pig completely, you will be slaughtered and served as a warning to other students.

At the time when I dreamed this dream, I was mentally exploring what are the effective ways of teaching and learning. Besides drawing, I also take classes in improv theater, martial arts, yoga and in a way my work environment is like a classroom as well where I learn things every time I go. I’m addicted to learning, but sometimes I do get tired of people telling me what to do. I also have low confidence issue so I never like telling people what to do or teach. Arguing makes me sad and tired; unless the situation concerns my personal integrity I rather let others have their way and I come back to my own drawings, where nobody ever tells me what to do.

But, there are rules in every game, right? You can’t even play without learning the rules. Break out of the school or get turned into pigs? You have to answer that for yourself.