Context about me:
I am a Chinese male that's 20 years old. Family situation: Both parents are married to each other though my mother had schizophrenia when I around 5th grade.
As for relevant info: I took an art class back in the 7th grade and never thought about it since. I took violin lessons for 5 years starting in 3rd grade, but I had to quit since my family didn't have money at the time. Not that it mattered, I didn't like playing the violin anyway. Also recently but after I had my dream, I went to a acupuncturist/herbal-ist. She recommended that I sing more to help my well-being. She might have been right. She knew I didn't like the sun because of my eczema. I originally went to see her because I had light eczema, and I figured that Chinese medicine would have more experience curing Chinese diseases than Western Medicine. By the way, this was my 6th lucid dream.
Okay so here's my dream:
I was in a music class with a somewhat close friend. He was a friend of mine back a year ago, but we haven't had close contact since. Though I thought he reminded me of myself.
In that dream, I felt like it was a normal day even though I had never been to the place. The inside of it was entirely brown. The room itself felt like it could fit 50 people, but no more than 75. There were rulers (as in school equipment) and blank art paintings on the side. I remember seeing a few cellos, but that's it. I saw the teacher. He was quite old. He had a big chin, and he wore glasses. He had a sweater vest on with an odd pattern of straight lines. Everyone else was in tuxedos. I got out of the room then I did the usual check my hands to see if I was dreaming, and I was. I never looked at the sky, but the street was sleet white. Everything was in the color or light, but you could still tell the street and the buildings were there. The first thing I did after I realized I was dreaming was to go up to the teacher and asked him what he represented. He said, "I represent illustrations." Unsatisfied with his answer, I yelled out loud, "Dream, tell me what he represents." A booming voice behind the teacher said, "I am King Kampera's Passion, Answer to All Questions." (I didn't freak out about the voice because I expected something similar from the dream books I read) Then I asked him a second question, "Dream, how do you spell Kampera?" (This part made me laugh when I woke up) In the same booming voice, I heard, "K A M P E R A." Then I woke up.
Hope that helps!
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