Another one of my nine-day dreams. This particular one occurred much earlier in the morning than usual, perhaps 3 - 6 am. I'm sitting down in a wooden room. Beside me is an eleven-year-old girl, who needs to learn math. I begin showing her some things I know about math, including graphs and equations. Half an hour into the study session, I think to myself: maybe it isn't a good idea to be showing an 11-year-old quadratic and cubic functions. She probably doesn't even know what a function IS. Surprisingly, she actually gets most of what I teach her. I sit around looking at a parabola superimposed on quadrant grids. Interesting. A bit later, I or some other "thing", is drowning as it, or I, oscillate in a continuous sinusoidal pattern. The facade is a jungle. Below the water, I think something is not enough, and above the water, something else is not enough and another thing is too much. Why didn't I rescue them? Those disparate thoughts, coming straight out of nowhere. Shortly afterward, there's this flat thing rising, sinking, rising again. I hear the sound of my alarm. Just after 6 am now. I wake up, soon to get dressed, because actually I have a math exam today.