Last night brought a new variant: I needed two particular classes to graduate, but they were on opposite ends of a large campus, with not enough time to make it from one classroom to the other, and a professor who was very uncompromising about getting to class on time. No matter how fast I ran, or biked, or had a friend drive me (getting lost along the way, of course), I couldn't get to the second class on time. The prof was getting more and more annoyed, and was on the verge of failing me when I woke up.
I think my subsconcious is trying to tell me something, and it probably has to do with being overscheduled. Bah.