This is not a real dream. It was the fake dream I wrote for a “Fool the Class” writing exercise where the class had to guess which dream was real. The real dream was the Cow Catapult dream.

I floated along by the fountain beside the Union Building, except that the Union Building wasn’t there. It was some sort of convenience store or a video rental place. When I dream that I can fly, I’m always standing upright, levitating.

My roommate sat in a chair reading. As I passed by, I realized that we hadn’t started to unpack our stuff. School had been in session for several weeks and our room was still bare.

I turned to look across the street, but found the wall to my dorm room instead. I was inside, sitting on the bed. My schedule card was in my hand and I was trying to read it. But I couldn’t understand what it said. It was a punch card like they used in old computers. Everyone else could understand it except me. Somehow I realized that there was a class I had completely forgotten to go to.

I was with Dave again. I told him about my schedule. We were walking casually along, even though I was about 3 weeks late for a class. He was telling me about a new Star Wars movie that was coming out.