Skulls and Apples

This morning, before the alarm went off, I dreamed I was standing around in a dusty barn that was set up like a classroom, with student desks facing a bigger, teacher's desk. There was sawdust on the floor and bits of hay was raining down everywhere. The only other person there was a severe-looking woman with a tight hair bun and wearing a navy blue dress. She was sitting at the teacher's desk shuffling papers. I started to sit at one of the desks in the back, but she called me by name and to...