Deep Fried Terrorism

It begins with me sitting at a lab table similar to ones at a high school. The room is reminiscent of an underground parking garage turned classroom. A gray vaulted ceiling supported on square cement columns. There are two people at every table, and about fifty tables. A slender blond woman with skin of milk teaches the class. She begins far away from me; telling us how to properly sink the fries in oil. Moving down the isle she glides toward the back of the room where I sit. Raising my hand I inform her that I do not have a frying basket, she chuckles making one magically appear in my hand. Coming closer to me she places her pale arms around my neck saying to the class "Next time we are cooking Lobster so make sure you bring your frying basket" As she walks away I realize my best friend Rick is sitting one seat away from me; we begin discussing the insanity of this deep-fryer class. I notice that talking with us is a Middle Eastern kid I know and the Japanese kid from the Grudge (freaking strange I know), Manny is there also! Then all of a sudden we hear and see pictures being taken off to our left, turning we see guys dressed in rags and lots of red cloth. Automatically it clicks in my head they are Terrorists, and then my friend says "Damn Terrorists". All of a sudden a new teacher pops up and says we need to get back to work, which involves plugging in a computer to the table...as I open the top I wake up.