I'm not sure exactly how my dream started out, but I remember being in this gigantic yard. I think there was a huge house in the lot that looked really British. There were cobblestone paths all around and bushes that were round and about up to my waist.
I went inside the house because I was taking an art class. I went in and sat at this picnic table. It was really,really thin but really, really wide. A good 8 -10 people could fit on each side of the table. There were probably about 6 tables in the room, each full with people.
Someone passed around small cardboard boxes, about 4 inches cubed. I opened the top of my box and pulled out a cube of clay.
Up at the front the teacher began going through the steps for working your clay in. Each of us started rolling the cube of clay in our hands, working all the rough parts out. Everyone started to roll them into balls.
Suddenly everyone started throwing their balls of clay. The weird thing was, they weren't throwing them at anything or anyone. Everyone just tossed it randomly. These huge balls of clay flew all around the room.
I was kind of scared to be hit by one, but on the other hand I was having fun watching it (probably because I somehow managed not to be hit).
I have no idea where I went next, but I remember something did happen after this. I can't seem to recall it though.