I don't even know.

Had a dream where, for some reason, I was applying for a job (security-related, I think, which is even more bizarre) for the Afghanistan consulate. After the interview, which went very well, I was waiting for word at the home I lived in while going to university and living with my Dad, where to pass the time I was watching a new series of Marvel educational cartoons for children (Iceman taught a math segment, which I guess makes sense because he's an accountant, but then Jack Power of Power Pack did a segment on how to memorize large amounts of complicated information and I don't know how that's supposed to fit together). Then I got a letter saying I got the job and tried to figure out how I was going to tell my current job that I was leaving.