I should have known that watching 5 episodes of Zero Hour in a row and listening to the Beatles in the meantime would have its consequences. Especially the time to get a good night sleep had come after a week of 4 to 5 hours sleep per night.
The dream began as a very normal event, I was taking the usual walk with my friends. We were chatting about a math task, as we (sadly and) usually do when I decided it was time to go home. On my way, though, is when things started to get weird. Before I knew ...