A Stressful Dream

Last night, I had a dream that bothered me by how real and how depressing it was. All of the things I'm stressed out about over the next few weeks were there. The bike company that is fixing my bike emailed me to go pick it up. When I got there, they said it would be $100 more than they said. I ended up in the hallway in front of my Japanese class, talking to my sensei who decided to make the quiz and all homework for this next week due today. Then, I found myself in the math department, furiously trying to find Costello so he could tell me what the hell the test will be on. No one knows. He's having a mental breakdown or something. He was senile enough before...