oyster shucking bluebook panic
Just woke from this incredibly weird dream where I was taking my elder law final exam at a picnic table in the state park. The twilight was fading and getting darker and darker and I couldn't read the page, but I had realized that I filled my bluebook with pages of gibberish and hadn't actually answered the questions. For some reason the fishermen were returning from their day at work and their was oystershell detritus strewn everywhere.