I actually realize it in the dream. The situation is usually that I’ve forgotten to attend a class I need to graduate from high school and I’m scrambling trying to find out if I could write some papers or do something to make it up (it always seems to be a writing class) and in the middle of the dream I’ll be like…

Uh, okay, but the question I asked you was about foreign policy, Mr. Trump.

I hate Illinois Nazis...