Although the rest of the dream was pretty lame, at least it had James Earl Jones in a Devo flowerpot hat. Except instead of red the hat was more of a charcoal gray. (You know, for formal occasions.)

So, part of my dream last night involved these aliens who reproduced by making this special material and cutting hexagons from it, and these hexagons would become new individuals. After being cut free the individuals would be subjected to a screening process which judged them on their geometry and the purity of the material they were cut from. Individuals who fail this test generally suffer mental problems, although outside observers are unsure if it's because of their substandard shape and/or makup or if it's because of the trauma of being declared substandard.

Last night I dreamt that I went to a lecture and they had a pop midterm. Thanks to the nature of dreaming, whenever I tried to answer a question I'd get the answer started and then I'd re-read the question and it'd be different. Eventually I was down to a minute left with nothing approaching an answer to any of the questions, so I just wrote "emad" for all of my answers. I woke up before I could find out how I did.