Laughter

Two, or three nights ago:
I am back at my elementary school. The hallways are a/buzz with students and faculty rushing to classrooms. I wander through the long hall unsure where I belong.
I glance in one classroom and see the smartest girl from my high school class and think out loud, "oh, that is definitely not my class." I continue peering in rooms and by the looks of the students decide it is not the right class for me.
At the end of the hall I see a young woman with a small easel in her hand. There are bright colors popping from the easel. I think that this must be the class for me. She stops me before I enter and asks me if I'm sure this is the class for me. I say yes. She questions me, "Do you like to color and illustrate?" I start to laugh and slyly reply, "I like to color." She asks me what I like to color and I tell her that I usually pick My Little Pony coloring books, although I like the monochromatic hues of The Land Before Time coloring books. I am laughing hysterically and she is clearly offended because she thinks I am belittling her class.
In the front of my mind I am thinking "no wonder I sucked at school--I fit in nowhere." in the back of my mind though the thought passes: "if I could get into a literature or writing class I'd blow their minds."

I woke up at this point laughing. I really thought this was funny, so I woke my husband and was crying while I told him because I was laughing so fiercely.
Now, when I write it down it doesn't seems so funny. Crazy dreams.