teaching nightmare in October?

Huh? I'm only supposed to have teaching nightmares in January and in July, the months before I begin teaching new classes. Well, last night's was a doozy. I don't feel rested.

I'm a half hour late for my 101 class. I'm at the media center trying to check out a TV/VCR combo, except I'm trying to explain that I need a DVD player, not a VCR. It's going to cost me $20, they tell me. I'm not paying $20 to show my class The Breakfast Club, I say to myself. The Breakfast Club? In 101? WTF? So I get on my bike to get back to class and I'm suddenly in some HUGE European city and I can't find my way back to campus. I stop a random guy and ask to use his cell phone so I can call my class and tell them to start writing something (anything) until I get there. Except he doesn't have his cell phone, so I follow him to get it and it's even more out of my way and as I'm following him on my bike I fall face first into a huge puddle.

If I had stayed asleep longer, it probably would've turned out that the guy whose cell phone I was trying to use was a serial killer luring me back to his dungeon.