The dream: While I don't remember much of what came before this point, what I do remember started with me being in the military and part of some sort of training exercise. I had no idea where I was, why I was part of the military, or what exactly I was training for, but as is the case in dreams so often, I attempted to go with the flow. I was marching around when I was approached by a commanding officer. I didn't know who the officer was or even his rank, so I hesitated before addressing him and stumbled over my words. He berated me for my performance and then sent me off to another room for my training.
I entered a large indoor gym and approached a man who was handing out life vests; he instructed me to find one in my size. I was curious as to what my mission would entail if it required life vests, but I found one and put it on. After a while, I was approached by another commanding officer, who told me I would receive training on how to withhold information during interrogation. I was then escorted with other participants out of the gym. On our way, I was very quickly briefed on what we would be doing: we were to follow a script closely during a staged sequence, and if, during the sequence, we were chosen for the mock interrogation, we were to do our best not to reveal key information. I thought about how I would handle this scenario as we walked down a series of hallways.
We soon entered a small meeting room where many people were gathering around a large conference table. At the head of the table sat a large, gruesome-looking man; somehow I knew he was the actor portraying the leader of a group of thugs. For some reason the "boss" of the thugs had lost his nose; in its place was a fake nose made out of cake. As we were sitting, he started pulling pieces from his nose and eating them. Pacing about the room were other "thugs" playing their parts; meanwhile, the participants took their seats around the table.
As the act commenced, I realized that I didn't have a script. I looked nervously about at the other participants and tried simply to mimic their behaviors and responses. Soon, the act came to the point where the "thugs" began choosing participants to interrogate. First approached was a woman on the other side of the table from me. As they began, the woman immediately said something that was apparently so far from the script that everything had to stop, and some of the actors broke character to show her that, according to the script, she shouldn't say that. I thought it odd that we were being trained to withstand interrogation techniques, but forced to follow a script: how would that prove anything?
Eventually I was chosen to be interrogated, but I still didn't have a script. I asked the person sitting next to me if I could borrow his since he hadn't been chosen. He gave me his copy, and I hastily scanned through the script as I walked with the interrogator to a chair across the room. As I sat down, I realized that everyone was quiet, and all eyes were on me. I quickly looked down at the paper booklet in my hands, and I saw my name there, but nothing written for me to do or say. And this is when the dream ended completely and I woke up.
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My thoughts: These dreams of being completely clueless as to where I am and what I'm doing are fairly common, though usually related to school (being in a class and having no idea what the subject is, etc). Other than that, it was a rather short dream, and I don't remember much before or after it.
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