I had to give my German presentation again, but to a bigger audience, and my piano instructor was there instead of Herr Rotter. No one could understand me, and I was heckled by a lot of people.
Then I came back to my house and my parents had decorated the tree without me and I was sad. It was at this point that I started thinking "Wait, did I actually wake up Saturday morning? This must be a dream, 'cause they'd never do that without me." Then I wake up. We're decorating the tree tomorrow.