Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Dreaming Kinkily...

Last night I ventured back to kinky dreamland (which happens oh so rarely for me!), and found myself... in class. :D

It was a very complicated class, though... Located inside one of the classroom buildings of the college in my hometown (to which I never went as a college student, but did dual-enroll as a high school student), and yet taught by the (young and vibrant yet satisfactorily mature :D) band director at another university nearby. I know it was him, because I was in an honor band with some friends at his university during my last year of high school.

As far as I know, he has never been to my hometown, and so would never be teaching a class there. But this is dreamland... :D

I was younger in the dream -- still in high school, and yet taking the college class (hearkening perhaps to my experience with dual-enrollment). There were maybe ten other students in attendance. I was sitting near the front (uppity over-confident high school student that I was...). For some reason, I can't remember whether it had to do with not understanding a homework assignment, or not getting something in class, the professor (or, rather, band director acting as dream-professor), became annoyed with me, and sent me down the hall to go make copies of some paper hand-out.

Slightly bewildered, I did as he asked and ventured out of the classroom, down the hall, and into the copy room.

Something in the back of my mind told me that I wasn't supposed to be there, as a student, but I went in anyway, thinking that since he'd sent me I wouldn't get in any trouble... : )

Once I started working the copy machine, however, I became aware of the fact that the professor who'd just sent me to make the copies had entered the room behind me -- the atmosphere around me in the dream changed, and I had this overwhelming sense of a kind of delicious foreboding... :D He closed the door, smiling, saying something to the effect of, "You know you're not supposed to be in here..."

Rather than think it unfair, I remember my dream-self just kind of going 'okay!' Unfortunately, the dream didn't go into any details, and instead skipped right to however much later, from a view outside the copy room. He opened the door out into the hallway, and held it for me to exit first, red-faced and, from what the dream told me, slightly sore. I knew that some kind of corporal punishment had taken place, I just knew it! But I couldn't know what exactly, since dream-land had decided to leave that part out...

We then proceeded to return to class as if nothing had happened, but I remember having this feeling welling up inside me -- rather hard to describe... kind of like a bizarre mixture of disbelief, slight frustration, release, curiosity, fascination, guilt, happiness...

As you can imagine, I woke up rather confused, but intrigued and, well, smiling at the same time :D


  1. Sometimes the absence of detail makes a story even hotter - as you (and your readers) can all speculate as to what actually went on ;-)

    Lovely post.

  2. Thank you Abel! :D Yes, please feel free to speculate as you see fit, that's what makes it fun! :)

  3. Oooh, I like your dreams! And I like 'speculating'. I shall speculate while I pack for uni, that will liven it up - thank you ;-)