This is just weird -
I had this total odd d
ream last night. It involved me going back to my grade school to visit the old class rooms and get all nostalgia-like. So, ya – I went there and there was my 8th grade teacher’s room on the 2nd floor – I knocked on the door and it was made of popcorn and the door pened and the carpet was now bacon – but not any kind of bacon – like not ACTU
AL bacon, but like plastic, squishy bacon carpet (the popcorn wallpaper was foam, it turns out). So, I walk into the classroom and on the bacon carpet in the middle of the room is a bed. I asked my teacher (who is now someone else – some middle-aged woman, not the same woman who was there initially) – I asked if the kids gather around her bed for lessons and she laughed and said, “of course not, that’d be silly.” Right – like that’s the thing that would be silly. Turns out she lives there, not teaches. Anywho, the other doors for the classrooms were closed – before closing her now bedroom/classroom I noted that all of the doors in the school were not big, oak doors that looked like bedroom doors. I asked if any other teachers were up here and she said that they were all teaching.
So, the door closed.
It re-opened when her T.A. came in – she was an older woman. Then they 
both showed me her shower, which was running in the corner of the hallway – huge head of the shower and kind of moldy on the side – green/yellow tiles – and 2-3 different kinds of soap in the dish. She was all proud of this shower. I didn’t get it – she smiled alot. I was turning back into the room when she mumbled something like: “Who’d believe this was a lift, too” – So, it was a shower/elevator. Odd, see!
So, I turned into the room and the bed is now just a mattres on the floor and she’s in a black nighty with her boobs hiked up to her chin and she invites me down to her bed (aka, Mrs. Robinson-like). She proceeds to act like it’s usually for me to be on the bed with her and we chat. I ask her about past school chums parents and teachers, etc. She tells me either they are fine or she hasn’t seen them in awhile. Until I mention Mrs. Kowalski, which she then says, “You know she was just up here yesterday and who knew she liked to make out so much! Do you like to make out?”
I noticed her teeth, yellowing and bad breath. At that moment I woke up.
See, odd dream.
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