Thank you, sir; may I have another?

[fredericks]

Don't you hate those dreams where it's obvious your brain's trying to kick you in the 'nads? So I dreamt I was in English class and we were being dismissed, and my Professor holds up a paper (most likely someone else's handout) and says "Oh, [Fredericks]..." and trails off. She's asking me where my stuff is to get copied for handing out, it would seem. I sort of stammer a non-response, saying something along the line that I've forgotten it, and the sense of disappointment I felt was overwhelming. Oy. Moreso that it was my own. Then there was the dream where I was lying in bed and there was this burnt up demon chick lying in a body bag that kept trying to make her way out...blah blah blah, more of the usual. Yeah, I need to do my handout stuff, like, now.