So I had this weirdass dream last night: We're a film school, but this time we got a different task from our professor, Jan Pieter Everaerts. He divided us into pairs. And each pair consisted of one partner who had to autopsy the other one, write and illustrate an autopsy report and show it to the autopsied partner afterwards.
I got teamed up with my real life friend, Jonas. I chopped him up and took pictures of his parts. He wasn't too fond of the result and begged me to proceed to the other thing we needed to do: His acting in my movie. He was playing a zombie orphan (again!) who had to autopsy an old man who had been like a father to him. But before he could begin (it was all real, it was a documentary rather than fiction), my mom convinced me to put some purple and pink strands in Jonas' hair to make him look more credible. And all the time, even before and during Jonas' autopsy, other classmates from 1AK kept trying to sabotage me, especially Maui and Bavi. Maui even gave me menstruations so I had to spend time on the toilet. Only Georgi was trying to protect me from falling into the others' traps. Kate was my assistant in the zombie movie.