The Production
I was at an opera or some sort of play performance in a huge, regal auditorium. The place was modern and beautiful. Everyone was dressed in fancy, super ornate gowns as though we were in renaissance times. Some sort of feudal, class based society was in full effect.
I was dressed in a gown not unlike the type you would expect to see on top of a wedding cake or sitting regally in a renaissance painting. It was white with light pink and powder blue accents, made from chiffon, silk, and lace. I felt a bit like a wedding cake when I looked down at my self, but looking around I saw that my dress was entirely appropriate for my surroundings.
It was an incredibly bad social faux pas in that culture to interrupt the performance by drawing any attention to yourself, even if you had to enter or exit the performance. All the lords and ladies snuck about as though their lives depended on it, scattering to the winds whenever they thought they might take attention away from the performance.
I snuck in with a girl who I suspected might some day be my friend. So far, she was just posing as polite and interested, the custom of the day. I knew I hadn’t won anyone’s genuine favor yet. It was very “polite society” in action. I sat down with her and then several men came and sat down with us. They engaged me in hushed conversation, trying to establish my personality and whether or not I was available by my responses to indirect questions.
After that I found myself laying by the side of a road chatting away with some men and ladies. We were in a college environment, but one that was very much surreal and dreamy. A few of us were laying down, tussling about while chatting with each other. Eventually I made my leave of that people pile and continued my mission.
Feudal life
I was working with a few other ladies on a project, and an older woman was our mentor. I remember being with the ladies trying to roll up some blinds just the way she wanted them. I did them up in a quick, efficient manner, but not in the manner she ended up wanting. This led to me having to go somewhere to do an errand to solve the issue.
As I jogged away to do what I must, I heard my peers sucking up to the mentor about her shoes. The mentor was eating it up, and they were definitely dishing it. I turned back and pointed my finger at them as I left. That was all I could really do from a distance, but I wanted them to know I saw what they were doing and I would be a balancing/regulating force.
