In my dream, my computer wasn't working (which was true in real life, too), but then I realized that since my house was an art school, there were tons of computers downstairs in one of the
classrooms or computer labs or something. I went down and started using one, and one of the art teachers saw what I was doing and loved it so much that he invited me to edit a film for him using the computer. I think it was like one of those tiny old Macintoshes from the 1980s.
