At least once a week, I dream about going to or being in England. Usually they are wonderful. Last night's was not so pleasant, as it was combined with one of my recurring nightmares that I've not had for a while. The pleasant part was being somewhere that was a combination of York and Edinburgh (Yes, Scotland, I know). The nightmare part was I was somehow in school again, but forgot to go to class or could not find my classes. Then, I worried about failing. Oh, and to make things even more unpleasant, I was trying to drive on the left side of the road, and the bathroom of where I was staying had a tiny tiny shower I cold not fit in. WHAT was going on in my brain????