You aren’t exactly sure.

Your head pops up from the desk it was laying on. The rest of the students are getting their things and heading out the door. You are at the back of the class. The teacher is a rather attractive young woman in a very stylish tan skirt and suit. She is staring at you. Miss Evanston. The name pops up in your head. She is smiling, but trying to look angry. “Third time this week Alex. Just because you know you are going to get an A is no reason to sleep in my classroom. I thought you said you liked my lectures. The quiz on Aristotle and Plato is tomorrow. You’re not in high school anymore, I know all about your perfect GPA. Wouldn’t want to start off college with a B.”

You stand up and grab your rather colorful backpack and look yourself over. You are a less rockstar version of the you in the dream. Worn black ankle boots, no rips in your skinny jeans, and a sleeveless yellow shirt that zips up the front replace the more hardcore pieces of clothing, and not a drop of paint. “I’m sorry misses E.” You say as if you’ve said it a million times.

“Are you getting sleep at home?” She asks as you get closer to her on your way out of the room. A memory of how you spent last night pops in your head. You were lying on a bunch of blankets on the floor next to a rather small bed, curled up holding your knees. A party was raging somewhere else in the house. A kid you know is named Samantha asleep in the bed near you. She is somehow your niece. None of this makes sense. Weren’t you playing a weird game show? Weren’t you an adult man?

“I’ll be fine misses E. I just had to work late, that’s all.”

“Okay. You know I’m here to help if you ever need anything.”

You step into the hallway of the old looking school. You can feel what classroom you are supposed to go to next, but not sure how you know it.