White jeans and the spinning Clock

"I was sitting in the front row of an enormous college lecture hall wearing these bright white jeans, even though I don't actually own a pair like that. I had to turn in an assignment about ancient maps, but the paper kept folding itself into weird origami shapes every time I touched it. Suddenly I felt this warm, heavy drop, and I instantly just knew my period had started out of nowhere and was soaking straight through my pants. The whole room felt freezing cold all at once. I tried to pull my jacket around my waist, but the jacket had somehow turned into a bath towel that kept slipping off my lap. Next thing I knew, I wasn't in class anymore—I was standing in a public bathroom line at an airport, frantically digging through a backpack that was filled with nothing but empty pencil cases and old receipts. The clock on the wall was spinning backward, and I kept asking people around me for a pad, but they just stared at me like I was speaking a different language."