I just woke up from a dream about being at school. College actually. School dreams are like nightmares to me. I’ll take a dream about being chased by monsters over a school dream any day of the week. In this particular dream I spent most of my time wandering around the school looking for my locker. It was the last day of class and I was going to clean it out. I finally found it and when I did, of course, I didn’t have the combination so I ripped the door off with my tremendous strength (there was also a bit of levitation, Holmes, in this dream). I hadn’t opened the locker in months, and there was strata of sweet treats gone bad on the top shelf. The best part of the dream was that the school security guard caught me with my broken locker and he started scolding me not as a regular conversation, but as a heavy metal musical. As with many rock songs, I couldn’t make out most of the words, so I started quizzically repeating back the mondegreens that I heard.