Stupid Sub-Concious Tricks

So I had a dream last night that I was back at my old elementry school. I was the same age as I was now, but everyone around me was in sixth grade. My teacher was Ms. Lowenthal -- who was the hottest damn teacher that I ever had (don't worry it wasn't one of those dreams). She asked me to hand out books. She then left the room and started loudly yelling obscenities in the halls. I took a look at the book cover, and it was Asimov's Chronology of the World , for whatever reason. I threw the copies at the students, and they perfectly landed on every students desk. I was very proud of this, for some reason.

As my teacher continued to yell obsenities in the halls, I started doing a skit for the class. It was a Mr. Show skit where a bunch of italian gangsters sit around and say, "24 is the highest number". If you've seen the skit, you'll know what I'm talking about. The class loved it; so like any rock star, I said, "and now I'm out". I got a bathroom pass, and headed to the dingy elementry school bathroom. In the stall, I noticed something dripping on me, I looked up and it was blood leeking from the ceiling. Then I woke up...

Now I'm wondering, what the hell my subconcious was trying to tell me?