nightmare?

I was late for class so I called up this random girl I knew from secondary school to tell the lecturer I was going to be late. I told her the message but when she repeated it to me it was something completely different and as I put the phone down I wondered why the hell I didn't call Cin instead. I wanted to kick myself.I was watching the clock and it was almost 8 and the class was at 8. I can't remember what happened in the bathroom but it was taking forever. I'd been doing some strange animated homework on the page. It was moving in my notebook. What the hell?
Somehow I managed to reach to class and my lecturer was on a lounge chair fast asleep - she was tired. Dammit. Arts popped up to give us a talk on god knows what with a cup of coffee in his hand. That's where it goes blurry and I'm awake.

Brain activity. Helluva thing.