(dream)

In my dream, I'm in a big hall, sitting with Tech people around tables, and there's some sort of ceremony going on. But it hasn't started yet, and we're just discussing stuff. And I'm talking with Charles Isbell about how you'd go about learning a policy to play Pac-Man (if you were a computer), and before he gives me a good answer, sheets of paper are handed out, and they have something to do with a personality test, and you're supposed to pick out what sort of personality you have from this list of stereotypes, but I don't even have enough time to find a good one before people start lining up in rows...

... and everybody's supposed to go up to this microphone and read off their stereotype as if it's terribly important, and I think, indignant, "what is this? I was talking about something interesting, and this is inane. It might as well be a 'which Disney Princess' are you test..." ... and of course everybody's lining up to read, and of course in my dream I'm naked. But wrapped with a big fluffy comforter. And I'm considering going up to the mic and voicing how silly this is... and then I woke up.