wax on, wax off

So I had this wild dream last night where I was a teacher at this school and I had amnesia so I couldn't remember anything.

So my brother Jeremy (who was somehow the principle) would take me from class to class explaining to the stundents that I may seem a little absent minded. All the while I'm trying to figure out how I got into a teaching job?!?

Isn't it wild how we can never figure out it was just a dream until we wake up?