Very strange dream...it was the first day of my senior year in high school, and I hadn't memorized my locker combination and location yet. So, I wrote the information down on a little scrap of paper, and put it in my pocket. Then, because of something someone was doing somewhere, I had to change into my clown clothes, and put my regular clothes in the locker. Once I finished doing what I was doing with the clown clothes, I realized I had no idea where my "street clothes" were, and even if I DID know where they were, I couldn't remember my locker combination. So I was trying to decide whether I should just where brightly colored synthetic satin all day, or grit my teeth and go to the administrative office, explain why I was wearing clown clothes. Then I woke up.