Another Weird Dream

I can always tell when I’m stressing out because I have really vivid, weird dreams.

I was in some kind of school and I was late (which is a recurring issue in my dreams) and I had to park in some funky parking lot that was fenced in with 25 foot tall chain link fence.  The lot was behind the building that housed the school and I had to go through a maze of sorts with stairs and halls and things to get to my class.  Between class rooms were these apartment type things.  Mac Watson and Gaydos (two local radio guys) lived in the school/apartment thing.  I was walking down the hall and saw Mac laying in bed. 

The next scene takes place with me walking into what is my my house and the man is wearing some kind of suede skirt thing and he is raking dry grass in the front yard. I don?t pay much attention other than to roll my eyes at the skirt and wonder why he is wearing it with girl boots and no shirt.  I go in the kitchen where my friend?s wife is sitting.  Except in my dream, she isn?t my friend?s wife, she is some really chunky chick who won?t make eye contact with me.  I don?t speak to her and just let her sit there.  She has a pretty face and long blond hair.  She left and the man came in and was telling me how she keeps getting screwed by all these guys and she is a really good girl and that is why he was leaving me to be with her.  He said ?she keeps getting screwed because she picks the wrong guys? and I said ?I know the feeling? and walked away.

Then, I was walking down the hall with my LSAT score and I was back at the school/apartment thing and my book with the results was torn.  I wanted to staple it together but Mac Watson wouldn?t let me because I got the book from Gaydos and he gave it to me ripped so it was supposed to stay that way and I kept arguing that the score was wrong (it was a 206.5 and you can only get a 180 on the LSAT) and I needed to reconstruct the book to find out if there was some kind of key or score range so I could calculate my actual score.  We ended up arguing that since Gaydos gave me the book, it was technically MY BOOK and I should be able to do whatever I wanted with it and so we were stomping down the hall because I had to get Gaydos? permission to staple the pages back together and figure out if I passed the test and when we got there, he said no.  I was standing there, flabbergasted and trying to figure out how the hell I would ever know if I actually passed or not and then I woke up.