So I woke up and I noticed something different. A woman came in and started franticly trying to get me up. “You’re thirty not fifteen!” she said. “Who are you?” I asked as most people would ask if they were in this environment. She looked at me like I was an alien. “I’m your wife!” she yelled. All these memories came rushing into my head. “I’m going to be late.” I yelled. I ran down stairs and grabbed my coffee. “Good bye dear.” I yelled. Well, that was odd I thought. I got in my BMW and drove. I wondered why some people made such a big deal out of driving. I mean… and then before I knew I had crashed into my neighbors yard. Luckily I only hit a large bush. I turned around and started driving down the street. I had no idea were I was going but eventually I drove up to a college. I was addressed as professor. A teacher came up and pointed to a class room. It said 18th and 19th century warfare. I walked in to a room full of college students. I stood there for a minute. “Where did we leave of? I asked. “The Crimean War, sir. A student answered. I went on for a while on the subject and eventually ended the day on the Franco-Prussian war 0f 1870-71. Going from the Crimean war of the 1850s to the 1870s was quite a lot of information but I think they’ll do fine. I went home had dinner and went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and I was a kid again. It had been a dream.