Crazy Dreams

My dreams don't usually get to me/stay with me the way last night's dream did. I blame too much time on the Net and bad horror movies just before bed. So in my dream I was back in school and apparently there was some sort of Roman type rule over the campus and students were deciding the fate of professors. And it was a matter of life and death. Basically the students got to decide whether a professor was "good professor" not. Good gets to live; bad dies a terrible and gruesome death. The thing is the students were just out for carnage. They wanted to see blood and death, so all professors were being deemed "bad". Well a professor that I adore (or did adore-I have been out of school awhile now-haven't seen him in awhile, I don't know whether to use past or present tense) was brought on the chopping block and they voted him to death. This is where my "hero" moment began. I jumped up on the desks with my sword in hand, and started my "this is crazy" speech. That is about the time I woke up.