I'm Wordless so I thought I Would Post Some Weirdness

(I wrote the following in the middle of the night, the first night we arrived here in Fort Myers.)

There were only a handful of people in the class when I sat down in the chair.  The teacher said there would be a quiz. Dang it, I forgot about the quiz and was sure I'd blow it. 

I went to get some paper from the notebook I carried in and there were no blank pages left. The quiz was only two questions. I saw Chris, the guy next to me handed his quiz in and left. He was a guy I worked with several years ago. I then realized the quiz was only two questions, the first one was simple, the second one was about politics. I really wanted to answer the questions and kept asking around for anyone with extra paper. 

Then instead of missing paper, I was missing a pencil. While I was scrounging around for the pencil, the teacher told me not to bother. That Chris was the only one who turned in a paper, so she wasn't counting the quiz anyway. 

But I really wanted to complete the quiz, since I'm a political junky. 

Then, instead of it being a class, I realized I was at my job. For some strange reason I had to go into work at 9:30 at night but it had been tough trying to figure out where to park because I didn't know where the classroom was in this big university. 

It was supposed to be a quick trip into work, but before I knew it, it was 12:30 a.m.  I saw the company President leaving. Which was a guy I worked with last year. I ended up working until 1:30 and he was already coming back into work. I found this odd since he barely worked an eight hour day in real life. 

I was heading out of the building trying to find the right exit, when I was talking to a couple girls and they were looking out at the roof of another building at one of our better looking coworkers. It seemed to have been an enjoyable pastime. 

As I was trying to figure my way back to wherever it was I parked the car, I was wheeling a cart, much like the one we used to carry in our suitcases in the hotel Saturday night. I was going to use the cart to step up into our SUV.  Two male coworkers that I didn't recognize got into the elevator with me and for some strange reason they made me a bit nervous. they didn't want me to have the cart and I felt like I was going to need it for protection against them. They told me I could use their small step stool to get in my car and they wheeled the cart off the elevator. I worried I wouldn't be able to use the step stool to throw at them if I needed to. 

I told them I needed the step stool for the truck because I had back surgery. I have never had back surgery, but Bob did last year. 

I didn't end up using the cart, either for protection or for stepping up into the car.   When I got in the passenger seat, I was trying to figure out how Bob knew what time to pick me up since I hadn't called him to tell him I was ready. Nothing came to mind that I had driven myself to work, so why would he be picking me up. 

We were driving through a small town between our house and the grocery I like to go through when I realized that we had Bob's ex-wife in the car with us. 

I woke up to the sound of the sprinklers going off outside our bedroom window which we left open last night. 

My dreams never make any sense at all.