I distinctly remember waking up and looking at the clock, seeing it was 6 am and going, "What the hell, I've got two more hours to sleep," so I think that's why I remembered these dreams so clearly when I woke up again 2 hours later.
I was back in high school, only at my current age - I had to go back for some reason, despite the fact that not only did I finish high school, I finished college and grad school, too. (This is the 2nd time I've dreamed this in the past few months, so I bet it means something - don't know what though) We were all in a large classroom/auditorium sort of thing with some sort of lecture going on, when a guy sitting near me decided to projectile vomit and got some on me - not a lot, but I was of course completely disgusted. Some of it got on one of my shoes - I was wearing a dress and high heels (which I do in real life not often at all), and I spent a lot of time trying to clean my shoe off while the guy who threw up was not the least bit apologetic.
Then my sister was there, with my niece, and my sister told me she thought she had miscarried one of the twins on her way up to the school. I was trying to get her to go to the hospital but she wouldn't go. (I think this might have come from the fact that I just found out a friend had miscarried and in fact, I emailed her last night. :() She kept insisting that she had to go to the meeting she was there for, which was strange because my sister hasn't gone back to teaching since having Lauren.
After that all I really remember is that there was a dog that had wandered out onto the balcony and I couldn't figure out where the dog had gone and was afraid it had fallen off the balcony.
Not really pleasant dreams overall. Anyone want to interpret my psychosis?