2 x 2 = 4

Last night's was a twist on the standard anxiety dream thing, I think.

I was back at school, writing out times tables. All of them. But on the board, rather than pieces of paper. People were watching, but with curiosity, rather than disgust or disinterest.

Sci Fi?

I clear the woods and enter the village. It's a really odd place, this. It looks like a Star Wars setting. Everyone here is called Terry, and we're constantly being attacked by robots, who are all called Anne.