I don't remember when I realized I was in the dream, but I remember it felt normal.
I am in an MFA program and this dream was taking place in an MFA program. The only difference was that this wasn't taking place in a writing program; it was taking place in a mixed martial arts program.
The classes did not involve any physical contact.
I remember thinking, "I am getting this MFA in the martial arts to go ontop of my other MFA, in writing, and help beef up my resume."
I do not remember the financial aspects of this mixed martial arts MFA program being considered by my dream-self. This is odd, because in real life I worry about personal economics constantly.
I remember discussing my reasons for entering the program. It had to do with the fact that it was very much a philosophy degree, but less rigorous possibly, and also a "cool thing to study." The problem of eurocentrism in mainstream American philosophy was discussed. Comparative philosophy seemed to be my main interest.
The classes did not involve physical contact.
I remember enjoying reading and learning about the different types of martial arts, and I remember thinking (rather, my dream-self thinking) that I was eventually going to have to take a course that met the "physical contact" requirment before I could graduate with my MFA in mixed martial arts. I remember my dream-self thinking that I would wait until the last semester.
When I awoke that morning from this dream I felt like shit in the most casual hilarious way.