another professor dream.
woke up all anxious from a strange dream. i was teaching a class of 40, outside on picnic tables. the "kids" were actually young adults and i was being observed by an old professor of mine while another old professor was the "regular teacher" in the class. although the details are hazy i remember that everything went horrible awry. afterward, i was walking through a maze of corridors and doors, looking for the "regular teacher", feeling a pressing need to explain what happened. when i finally found him the story started to pour out, calm at first, then in big heaving sobs. he brought his hand to my face and held my tears atop his finger... ...a crazy sex-a-thon followed. it was all oddly intimate. we "ran away" together.
years ago i had a crush on one of my undergrad professors. he mentioned how much he loved hummus from sahadi's on atlantic and i seriously considered shopping there regularly. stalker? the most recent one was 3 years ago; a gorgeous soft-spoken lebanese man who looked at me funny from under his heavy lashes.
i wonder if this strange proclivity started with my first teacher crush. i was 14. he was 24. he told us he drinks too much and will probably be dead from liver cirrhosis by the time he's 34. he cried when kurt cobain died. i drew little hearts and skulls around his name on my program card and slept with it under my pillow. teenage creeper! 2 years ago i had this dream. a couple months later i ran into him in one of the high schools on staten island.
is my psyche THAT predictable?
years ago i had a crush on one of my undergrad professors. he mentioned how much he loved hummus from sahadi's on atlantic and i seriously considered shopping there regularly. stalker? the most recent one was 3 years ago; a gorgeous soft-spoken lebanese man who looked at me funny from under his heavy lashes.
i wonder if this strange proclivity started with my first teacher crush. i was 14. he was 24. he told us he drinks too much and will probably be dead from liver cirrhosis by the time he's 34. he cried when kurt cobain died. i drew little hearts and skulls around his name on my program card and slept with it under my pillow. teenage creeper! 2 years ago i had this dream. a couple months later i ran into him in one of the high schools on staten island.
is my psyche THAT predictable?