I had a dream where I was time travelling through ancient China (which is strange because IRL I know NOTHING about ancient China) and I was accompanied by this old woman whose mission was to teach me about the dangers of time travel.

I then had a dream where I was in middle school for some reason. I woke up, glad that I'm no longer in middle school because the feeling of perpetual confusion is gone. I never realized it before, but the greatest characteristic of middle school for me was a feeling of perpetual confusion.