Big fish in a small pond?

I had a dream the other night, it went as follows:

Never in my adult sasquatch life had I been so nervous. The sweat on my palms made it difficult to twist the doorknob. I actually had to use both my hands, as wet fur can get very slippery! Upon opening the door and walking into the classroom, I felt as if I was being crushed by the silence. The silence weighed more than twelve Canadian Elk, fresh off their first spring foliage feast. It was a classroom, a classroom full of University of Miami students (delicious looking I might add). There eyes stabbed at me, much like the way the deep forrest boar gores at unknowing Belgium hollow skunks. I walked to the front of the classroom and rested my briefcase on the desk. A briefcase! Never had I felt so official! I turned to the chalkboard, and began to write. I know how to read and write! The only form of written language I ever partook in was flinging feces onto cave walls and smearing them in interesting patterns! The letters started to flow like the ancient waterfalls of the Brugose Flats. M R S A S Q U A T C H. As I turned to the class to address them, I woke up.

My fur was soaked and my heart was beating. Luckily, there was the fresh buttonill rabbit carcass from my afternoon gorge. I wiped the sweat from my brow and began to think. Was this dream a sign? Should I do more with my life? Am I a big fish in a little pond?

I leave you with this friends, as the sounds of a hitchhiking family are sounding over the mountain, and I could use a good "self-esteem" boost.