Last night I dreamed I was teaching Mysore, but the students were spread out into three different rooms. I had to go around to each one, and each time I returned to a room something was different, out of order. One of the rooms had been transformed into a standardized testing room and the students were suddenly at desks, with bubble forms and pencils. In another room the students didn’t know which way to face, some were squished up against the walls and one guy was doing trikonasana B in the doorway, straddling the threshold. The third room was a restaurant. I discovered that not only did I have to attend to the yoga students I also had to take orders and bring coffee, which I spilled while trying to give adjustments.