Last night I dreamt I was in yoga class. As we were doing Downward Dog, I was hit by the smell of cigarette smoke. I looked up and saw that my instructor, Becky, was smoking a cigarette. Then I looked around and saw that other members of the class (which was suddenly populated by various cool-kid smokers I've know over the years) were also smoking.
I asked Becky, "What are you doing?"
She responded, "I'm sorry. Is this bothering you?"
"Well, it's kind of weird."
"I'm sorry. I'll put it out." Then she requested that the rest of the class do the same.
The other students glared at me. Finally class ended. I protested, "Look, I'm not a stickler about this! It was just kind of distracting." They said nothing, one by one lighting up cigarettes, blowing smoke in my face, and silently walking out the door.