I'm in a literature class. The teacher is a man in his forties, who seems to be a nice guy. He tells us we're going to have a test on Veríssimo. That's the last name of two famous Brasliian authors. I ask him "The father? [Meaning Érico Veríssimo]" "No, the son. [Meaning Luís Fernando Veríssimo]" I was surprised we'd have a test on his works, but in any case that was great! Since I read a lot of his stuff, even though I didn't study for the test (I didn't even know there would be a test), I would do great on it!

The test questions seem to be shown on a projection, or a screen, and don't seem that hard at all. Strangely, though, they seem to pass too fast, so I'm having a hard time answering them. Suddenly, I wake up in the class. It turns out that I had fallen asleep and was somehow aware of everything around me. That caused a dream in which I though I was doing the test, when I was actually just mumbling while I was asleep. Somehow, though, I managed to get do part of the test. The dream fast-forwarded to me seeing a grades report. I had gotten a 3,5 at the test. My other grades were decent enough, but I'd have to be careful with the last remaining one.