So last night I dreamt I was back in band. It was time for the annual fish fry but the food was nowhere to be found. I remembered that I had left it at work. So I head to the stacks where the fish, fries, & hushpuppies were all just sitting on the shelves. For some reason I think this is the perfect opportunity to finish eating my spaghetti. I drop some on the floor then try to clean it up with a napkin. While doing so the building proctor and the assistant dean walk in.
Then the alarm goes off.