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I'm with a group of school students. I have a bunch of round boxes that someone is piling up for me to take home. Apparently, they were mine and are now being given back. One of the gift boxes has a dessert cake in it like cornbread with chocolate chips in it. I look it over to see if it is still good to eat. I take a bite and it's nothing spectacular (I recall the cornbread sweetness). Then I notice some fine hairs sticking out of it and pull one out. I decide to throw the rest away.

I also have textbooks that I must return but I don't know where my locker is. Anxiety is setting in because it's a big school with winding hallways and many floors. I begin to wake up and realize that the student I work with in reality has no textbooks and I'm relieved it's only a dream.