Mike and I went to an improv comedy class. It was in. Big hall being shared with another class of some sort. We went in and met the teacher then sat in a big brown leather booth in a U shape. I was with a friend and asked if Mike could stay to watch and the teacher said yes.

My friend said he hadn’t brought anything and wasn’t very prepared. The teacher explained he didn’t need anything and that was the whole point of improvisation.

Half a dozen more people arrived and we got started. There was one activity I forget, then another where he wrote the alphabet on a large roll of paper and gave us each a letter. I got M and immediately thought up a sketch where a woman was buying a painting, but I come in and Scribble all over it to try and ruin it, but instead the woman loves it and pays double for it.

The teacher was then explaining an idea and asked “How does a Jedi die?” He was trying to remember the bit when they turn into a force ghost. Someone said the answer, but it sounded like they were saying he farts. Everybody started laughing. I thought of saying “May the farts be with you” but didn’t.

We then broke for lunch. We went off into town and split up. I got much lunch then came back. Mike text me a photo of the place we’d originally met up in town (New St station I think) and I replied saying I was already here and thought we were meeting back here. It had been half an hour so I wondered how long the lunch break was and where everyone was.

Stephen Mangan was there and he was one of the people doing the course. We went into a room with a few other guys. One asked Stephen if he was planning to change his nose. He said no. The person turned out to be a Nazi and pointed out to his friend, who was also a Nazi, that Stephen was a Jew. They made some comments which made me and another guy uncomfortable, calling him a “filthy Jew” and such. Stephen looked very nervous and didn’t protest to being called a Jew. I don’t think he is Jewish in real life, so I’m not sure why he was in my dream. Another man came in who was also a Nazi, but a higher rank than the other two. He pointed out a rope that had been used for some construction job and said it was ideal for hanging Stephen. He got one of the non-Nazi men to fetch it. I didn’t know what to do, I was scared for my own life – if I tried to protect Stephen, I knew the Nazis would treat me just as badly. So I followed another guy who left, while one last guy stayed in the room with Stephen and the Nazis.

We left and as I looked back I saw Stephen collapsing agains the window, screaming out as they beat him and blood spurted everywhere. His face was screaming and it was a horrible sight. They pulled him back and the one guy left in there who wasn’t a Nazi was shot and his body collapsed against the window. I felt so bad for leaving them in there, but knew if I’d stayed I would’ve been killed too. A while later only the Nazis came out wiping their hands. I didn’t say anything to them and they just continued as if nothing had happened.

I woke up, but managed to get back to sleep.

In the next part of the dream, a therapist came round to our house. She asked if mom and I had filled in a questionnaire she’d set us. I found mine and thought I had, but realised they were the placeholder answers and I hadn’t done anything. Some of the questions I had to write answers for, but others I had to rank in order of likeliness. Thing is, each question was lettered A – X and I had to a put a number for all 24. So A6 B19 C8… it didn’t make a lot of sense, so I skipped most of it. By the time I’d done as much as I could, the session was over.

Later, Mike and I working with some who were making a grand illusion. The idea was a plane would disappear in the sky, then reappear on the ground.

Most of the time was spent decorating the interior of the plane and making food and games to have inside. One of the foods involved mixing poo and dough in a bowl. One kid did a poo and it was massive. He put it in the bowl and mixed it up. I said to Mike “I have a strong stomach, but that… was revolting.”

They finished the illusion, but everyone was so busy looking at the poo food, they missed it. The plane flew across the sky and disappeared into a giant blue bag (the sort you out a tent in). It then reappeared from behind a Bush. It didn’t look like a plane, it was more a wedge shaped structure. But it was still pretty impressive.

We went inside and looked around. Mike stuck his head through a hole in a wall to see the cockpit, and I pushed him as a joke. There were buttons to press to make announcements in the cockpit, which I pressed.

I walked through a corridor and came across a room where a girl was sitting with a dress up box. There was only one boy in there and I felt sorry for her, so I sat down to join in. Mike came in shortly after. She started her game, but rather than getting us to dress up, she was just ranking our outfits and picking the best dressed. The other kid was first, then Mike, then me. She then gave us a hat to put on, but I forget what mine was.