one time i had a dream that i was back in school. it was exam season and all the halls were filled with rows of chairs and desks. the students were in a furry of cramming, and study notes were being exchanged with the frenzy of the stock market trading floor. people were going wild.
it wasn't a nightmare, but it wasn't fun either. i had to prep for my exam in italian, but i couldn't remember any of the words. i kept looking at my dante, but nothing legible appeared on the page. it seemed like random syllables that vaguely resembled words.
when i sat to write the exam, i discovered that it was a test about mustard.
i aced it, of course.
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