I had a lengthy dream about trying out for a play that would be in a theater festival here on campus. My dad was trying out to perform the music. The dream just went on and on with working out all the mundane details of when rehearsals were, when I'd find out who I was cast as, where I could get a full copy of the script. There was nothing either surreal or psychological about this dream (other than I guess the theme of the dream being that I couldn't ever tell whether I was completely disorganized and not getting it or if the casting director was disorganized and not getting it).
The soundtrack to the dream (my dad's music) was awesome.