In short, I was a member of the Prussian army, which for some reason had my living room as a training ground. We were planning to attack a rival college, but first we had to learn how to stand at attention, it was my job to do, but I faked being sick for some reason so I wouldn't have to do it.
Then I "wake up", but I'm still in a dream. I'm wearing three socks, two on one foot, still in my Prussian uniform, and riding a lawnmower through the rival college's campus. I going fast, like I'd just planted the bomb or something, and make it half way out of town. Then I notice, despite the lawnmower's speedometer saying 55, I'm going really slow, so I pull over. Then I see all the cars are going slow too, so I figure the universe just changed, and try to restart the engine. Unfortunately, it just sputters and makes noise, then dies again. Last thing I remember is popping the hood, frantically trying to fix the engine because I had class in 40 minutes and no cell phone to call the Captain x.x