Dreams.

Damn, I had another stupid dream. And again, it was about school. Why does it keep appearing in my dreams? The thought that we might all be sent back there for retraining is unsettling. Anyway, we were all sitting there, writing some kind of German dictation. At the same time, I was listening to my own cover of Rammstein and was incredibly proud that I could play so well. And, of course, I got a failing grade. It gets even more interesting from here. Suddenly, I receive a threatening note signed by Imaris and Ple-sen. I go into the hallway. There, some fat guys are hugging and, excuse me, pooping their pants. That's where the dream ended.