Sequence

It's going to be a story of peculiar coincidence rather than one single dream. It began about a month ago when we were to sit a test in American literature. The stakes were high, since five or four plus was to mean a chance of being exempted from the (oral) exam. I felt sick when thinking about cramming the knowledge covering two semesters and talking with the teacher.
One night brought me a dream in which I was surprised by the test. I was looking at the piece of paper anxiously because I couldn't answer any question. I knew I was about to fail.
The lecturer once joked about the possibility of getting six when the work is exeptionally good. Of course, no one believed as she added immediately: "No way! All my English students are going to take the exam, aren't you?"
At night I dreamt about getting six. I can see myself being first - extremely happy and proud of myself, then - perplexed and ashamed when everybody else got sevens.
A couple of nights later, I found myself either receiving the results which wouldn't let me skip the exam or getting five but facing the lecturer's decision that I had to take the exam.
I sat the test and passed it well. My subconsciousness, however, didn't feel free.
Another dream changed a bit the circumstances - I got five and heard that that was not enough - I had been too lazy or shy during the wole semester and I didn't deserve to have five and to be exempted. My mark got lowered.
Finally, I got all the credits needed and I was sure the sequence of dream-failing was over. Surprisinlgy, this night I joined the second year students. I was convinced that I had to take the American literature course one more time, from the very beginning and then do the examination.