I was in school, and the teacher was collecting homework. My mind rapidly cycled through a list of reasons as to why I did not have my homework done. As I was cycling through the reasons, I realized that this didn't make any sense -- school had ended a few weeks ago. I asked the person next to me (interestingly, the face made sense; it was someone next to whom I usually sit) why we were in school during the summer, but he gave sort of a murmured response. I realized that I must be dreaming.
I tried doing things like asking my crush out, but the dream was very foggy. I had a slight gap in memory, and I began walking towards my after school bus. I realized that this definitely made no sense, and that I was dreaming (again). This time, however, the world became a lot more clear around me. I attempted to fly up, and I did. I soared over the roads where the buses were, noticing the white dashes whiz past. I tried flying far up and dive-bombing, landing in a field and leaving a large explosion from the impact in the distance (:roll: dream logic). After a second time, I then --- <Alarm clock>. Damn.