Alright, I had a dream, I was working on a project in a small closet-sized room for my L.A. class. For some reason, we weren't working in the actual classroom, for some reason we were in that small room.
The bell rings and I scurry to put my red binder up. My teacher goes into the small room I was in, studies my media box (which is full of markers and colored pencils). She has this dude in a white uniform come in and take my media box for criminal investigation thinking that there were drugs in there*. I get really stressed out and I wake up.
* (This actually happened:)I went on vacation to Florida, and I wanted to pack my nintendo ds and my ipod in my media box, so, I stored all of my media in an empty oatmeal container. When I came back, I dumped all of my media back into it's proper place and a little leftover uncooked oatmeal was dumped in it. I have yet to clean that out though.
In the dream, my teacher thought the leftover oatmeal was some sort of drug. IDK, that's why I'm asking you what the heck was going on in my head last night.
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