I had a dream last night in which I was having my first day working at some kind of gym/restaurant. I was being expected to perform seriously complicated math problems, in some serious kind of math. Dunno what kind, maybe calculus or fluid dynamics or something equally horrible. I was, of course, doing horribly; everything looked like meaningless squiggly lines to me, as it would in real life. I tearfully tried to explain that I have a middle-school level of math education at best (I do). The body builders were pumping iron and laughing at my inability to do the insanely complicated mathematics. The guy trying to help me, who looked like Rory from the Doctor Who series, was understanding and kind, though. At some point, I started calling bullshit on them, saying that this math wasn't necessary for the job. Dunno what would have happened then, because that's when I woke up.