Waking up and realizing you’re happy

I had a dream (maybe more like a nightmare) the other night about taking my final two university courses, one in English literature and one in Linear Algebra. I was about to fail these courses miserably because I wasn’t going to any classes. In my dream, I didn’t recall ever starting in the courses, but I felt this terrible burden of guilt for regularly skipping these awfully boring classes. The final exams were approaching and I knew I had a ton of homework that I never even touched. It was a sinking feeling of knowingly failing at my responsibilities, mixed in with the regret of not having done anything about it.