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I was in some sort of classroom, pretending to sleep under what seemed like a huge brown coat on a couch. The room I was in seemed to be like a huge art room, which was very open. I heard voices enter the room and noticed me. They "woke" me up and told me I needed to move so that they can start their class. I did and sat down at a table adjacent to the couch, which they did also. One of them, who wore glasses, asked me if he could buy my laptop from me. I do have a laptop and I would never sell it because I need it for work, so I decline the offer. He tries to convince me that he needs it more, but I do not budge. The teacher of the class, which happened to be one that I knew from middle school, then split us into groups. I was split with an old acquaintance from High School and Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction, donning his T-shirt instead of his usual suit. My group was crowded at the table with the other groups, so I pointed to an empty table that we all could sit at. The other group, though, decided to sit with us also. I remember feeling annoyed about that.

I then woke up.