justalurkr | Codeine dream theater

So I had a very vivid series of dreams (as one does under the influence of powerful cough syrup) last night. I failed out of my entire sophomore year in college and was going to have to repeat it. I woke up for the morning about halfway through a tour of the professors' offices that involved explaining in great detail how much they were going to regret having me in their classes a second time because they could only imagine the level of disruption I was about to wreak.

On one hand, I'm pleased my subconscious is handling its stuff in an orderly fashion. On the other, as revenge fantasies go? Making noise in class? SERIOUSLY? That's the best I've got?