For the past two nights, I have had dreams that should be terrible, but aren't. First, I dreamed that I was fighting terrible monsters, but I was really blase about it. Like, oh yeah, killer bats and ghouls. Whatevs.
Then I dreamed that I was still in high school and I hadn't been to my math class in months and it was almost May, and I couldn't remember my locker combination or where the locker was. And then I found the combination and locker number written on the back of a business card in my wallet, and it turned out I wasn't a high school student after all. I was a landscape detective there to figure out who was messing with the shrubs, and so I went into the school's giant walled garden, and then I woke up.