Today I dreamed that our school was moved to the third shift and now we study at night. Because of that, they canceled shop class and PE. I didn’t know about it, so I brought semolina for shop class. And so, instead of the lesson, we’re sitting in the hallway and my classmate says he’s hungry. I go and cook him this semolina (an entire huge pot!), and instead of seasoning I go outside, pull out a clump of grass, and put it in there. But he doesn’t want to eat semolina with grass, so I sit down and start eating it myself. Morning is already coming, and I’m still eating. And then our shop teacher comes up to me and says, “Actually, eating semolina with a teaspoon at 11:17 in the morning is forbidden by law. Now you have to be executed,” and pulls out a gun. I start arguing with her, like what the hell, why would she even execute me, that’s not her job anyway, plus there hasn’t even been a trial yet, but she’s already got her finger on the trigger. I make a weird face so I can at least die in a more interesting way, and then my camp friend bursts into the classroom and starts arguing with the shop teacher and defending me, like I didn’t know and stuff. I’m standing there and then I see a portal open in the corner of the room. I run into it and get transported 100 years into the past. There I see my great-grandfather, who is 11, but he decides I’m some kind of demon and shoots me with a rifle, and then I wake up