I'm in this building waiting to take the Master's comprehensive exam test. We had to turn in a couple of assignments but I turned mine in a couple weeks earlier. My friend, Brittnie, asks me where I turned my assignment in and I can't remember. I'm freaking out that I may not have turned it in to the right place.
We're waiting outside the lobby, signing our names in. I walk in and everyone's already seated waiting to take the exam. I sit at the front tables so I can concentrate on my exam.
[My dream apparently skips the traumatic experience of the exam and we're all finished]. A lady taps my friend, Reva, on the shoulder telling her she needs to leave. Apparently, Reva was having contractions and someone had called her to tell her to get to the hospital. I'm confused as to why Reva didn't say anything during the exam and how someone could know she was having contractions. We all get up to go with Reva. Her mom is waiting for her at the front door, but before her mom takes her to the car, we all take Reva to this grocery store. Her mom stands by the car, smiling, appearing so peaceful and happy that all of Reva's friends are willing to help her out. Every person runs into the grocery store and starts buying her a roll of toilet paper [what the??? Don't ask me why...]. This is our way to show her that we're supporting her and her baby.
I realize I don't have my wallet but someone's willing to pay for my rolls of toilet paper. By the time we get to the register, I realize everyone's already gone. I run outside and Reva has already left.
And then... I wake up.
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