It does now, but there was a time in my dream where everything was happening all at once in history. Literally, Winston Churchill was Caesar, Cleopatra married me for the pyramids and President Kennedy was a surprisingly bad kisser for someone who claimed to be such a womanizer.
Well, he was until me, I suppose. No good being a teacher if you can't increase someone's skills.
As for the feeling bad about it, I suppose that's something I need to work on.