This Class Is Only Held On Wednesdays

For safety reasons. says so, right there in the greeting card shaped sillabus

There is typically no story structure to dreams.
(Or so i'm told, though many of mine come close to being an exception)
This seems to be the one thing they have in common with my life.
(i've never had a career as such, nor any real desire to live a so called 'normal' life)

It was a survival class. One on one. On the top of a very tall tree.
A very large radius tree as well, that had been sheered off at the top.

But not level. It was just close enough to level, that you might not fall off,
if you didn't try to stand up, or move about too carelessly.

And in order to get back down, you had to remove this section of a branch,
that had been spiked, standing on end, to the top of it.

The only tools you had, were an identical section of branch,
both had been sawed off perfectly perpendicular to their length,
at both ends, and a large dinner fork.

How detatching the spiked down branch, was supposed to get you down safely,
I have absolutely no idea, but that was the object of the exercise.

Well I saw how it could be done, and appearantly that was all that was required,
because it was then I woke up.

(i guess you could make things larger or smaller by thinking them so.
at least that is often the case in my dreams, though i seldom notice it to be so.
and the branch being spiked in this unnatural manor, to a very unnaturally modified,
natural object, was supposed to be what prevented me, from just shrinking the tree virtically,
and stepping off. never occured to me, IN the dream, how unnaturally large the dinner fork was,
only that it was handy for prying with, and they only tool available for doing so)