I’m Telling You Now
It’s not very often that I have direct conversations with Catherine in my dreams. Unfortunately, I’m usually not all that “with it” when she does sit down for a chat. That is what happened early this morning.
I found myself dreaming of being in a classroom full of younger children. I keep having dreams like this… I’m always going back to elementary school or high school to “start over.” Good Lord! I feel embarrassed throughout most of these dreams.
I wasn’t listening to the teacher much. The strange interactions of the children held my attention. (Aren’t they always doing something weird?) That was until this beautiful red-haired woman walked in and sat down in a desk in front of me and slightly to my right. (I was positioned at the left of the classroom facing out into the middle.)
“Do you have a fetish for high schools?” These were the first words out of her mouth. They weren’t overly teasing or condemning in tone, but matter-of-fact and slightly amused. I just starred at her with a “What the fuck?” expression, and I thought, “Hey lady, I’m not deciding where I end up here!”
She quickly moved on, without missing a beat, and talked with me about how she enjoyed the sound of a quiet classroom. (Hint, hint… quiet classroom, dummy! She wants to do something forbidden when everyone leaves!)
She was beautiful, kind of like Felicia Day, except with a much better voice and a pleasing face. She wore clothing that made her look even more hot, but still modest. This time round she had white, tight-fitting slacks and a lightweight dark-blue jacket with teal accents.
I wasn’t very lucid in this dream. Here’s hoping the next one will bring about more clarity of thought for me.
I’ll often hear a song upon waking. For many months, back when Catherine and I were fighting, it was fucking Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer… every God-damned morning! Apparently, she thinks I’m Rudolph. Ha-Ha.
Catherine has a lot more variety playing on her early-morning record player these days. This morning, it was Freddie and the Dreamers singing I’m Telling You Now.
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Yeah. The hells with the school dreams. Not that I’m complaining. One of my wives has red hair. She made me go into my school. I didn’t feel the same about being embarrassed in my dreams. I think she took my shirt and had to look for it. They really like to make me have dreams about school or I do. Funny, I had a dream about school last night. Same as your lady, they like to do naughty things in those situations.