The other day, I woke at 4AM from the looking for the classroom dream.  You know the one -- You're in a long corridor, looking in each door, trying to figure out what class you're supposed to be in.  In this one, I remember running towards the building, sort of a cross between the central tower at my high school and a Gothic collegiate building.  As I went through the arched doors, there were corridors radiating off in front of me, with an empty information desk.  I didn't have any notebooks, nothing to write with, and no clear idea of which class I needed