In A World Called Catastrophe

You know how people have nightmares about going to school and then realizing they have no pants on?

I have never had that dream, but on Friday I had my own version of that nightmare.

I was in my fiction writing class (in which I am one of two guys in the class, and the other kid always smells really bad which actually makes me look even better) and I suddenly passed some gas.  Audibly.  Panicked, I rose out of my chair and headed toward the door but on the way there I couldn't stop cutting the cheese and every step I walked another one came out.  Loud.  Everyone was laughing and I woke up in a cold sweat.

So now I'm really nervous to go to classes this week.  Because if that happens, or even just one squirms its way out, I will have to drop that class. There is no coming back from that for me.  It would be immediately clear it was me because I know I would go beet red, and I would never want to face those people again.  I am just nervous thinking about it now because I get inklings every now and again but suppress them (I send massive hate to those people who don't - we're in a closed classroom people...have a little shame) but now I'm worried I'll think about the dream, causing me to lose focus on keeping it in and then re-enact my nightmare.  

College.  It's hard.