I dreamt that our teacher handed back our midterms by lining us up and making us tell everyone how much we studied, and would slap us every time we lied. When he gave me my scantron, I found I had gotten almost every single one of them wrong, because I had filled it out sloppily and the machine considered it wrong.
When I woke up I drank some orange juice and felt the citrus sting the scabs on my lips where I had nearly chewed them through during that test.
