Dream Journal

I was on a balcony overlooking a stage. Someone with a beard and a robe was on the stage below reading Foundations to the people seated in front of him and gathered at the balcony where I was. The book was in the form of two stacks of pages sitting on the ground, like an open, unbound book. I thought to myself how there were some somewhat embarrassing parts coming up in the dreams section. I felt I was just stopping by, checking in on my way between other dreams.