Brontosaurus Jenkins!

So, the last thing I remember in my dream this morning (before my alarm woke me up at 9 because I forgot to reset it from Wednesday) was seeing my high school geometry teacher and thinking "He's here, so everyone in this building can't be evil!" I think I was being chased through a hotel by a slew of evil math teachers. Ironically, I hated geometry most in high school (until calc at least, which I've repressed), but the teacher is my friend's father-in-law now, so I figured he'd protect me.

The most vivid thing I remember from this dream, though, is shouting "LEEROY JENKINS" out my old dorm window at a guy riding a giant inflatable brontosaurus on the lake. He shouted it back and made the rock on sign at me, and I gave him the thumbs up. Remembering this now makes me vaguely wary that I actually shouted "Leeroy Jenkins!" in my sleep.