In my case, it sure did. I had a dream about waking up (think inception without the dream in the dream. Just the waking up), and when I looked up at the clock in my room, it was freaking one o'clock. To put things into perspective, that would mean I would have missed half of my Chemistry lecture, which also happens to be the last lecture for that day. Panic! Okay not really panic, because even in my dreams, I am fully aware that I am allowed to be late twice a calender month. Seriously, school life was never so slack. No white slips for long hair, no white slips for being late, I guess we really do have it good. Anyway, I was pretty flustered because of all the lessons I missed, and so close to the prelims too. How knows how many secret hints I would have missed.

Then I was rudely interrupted from my horrible dream, which is a bad thing. I have this theory that I would like to call the '"Holy shit, it is just a dream" theory'. The tone of the "Holy shit" varies. If it is a good dream, it is the disappointed holy shit, and if it is a nightmare, it is more like a "Yes, thank god I still have my limbs" kind of holy shit. Anyhow, the theory is that the longer you are in a particularly good or bad dream, the more emotionally attached to it you become. Hence, when you wake up from a long bad dream, you will feel a unique love for life, while waking from a long pleasant dream will leave you wondering why you are back on this wrenched planet. So basically I was woken up from the dream so quickly I did not really got the chance to feel that unique love for life I was talking about. I looked at the clock (This time for real) and see that it is still seven. Great I have about two and a half hour before school starts. I go back to sleep. It only makes sense.

When I finally woke up again, it was a quarter to ten (9:45AM for all those digital people out there). To put things into perspective again, I had about five minutes to get to school before I was considered late. It is times like this where you do not even bother rush anymore, because you are resigned to being late already. I made it to the lecture theater just in time for the last five minutes of the lecture. Anyway no one was really taking attendance (I think) so I guess I still have my two lives for this month. Brilliant.