I was at the high school doing my teaching observation, when suddenly the room went from 50's high school decorations to modern and sleek tech-hip classroom. And all the people in both the women's and the mixed chorus came in and started dancing.
Near the end of the random dancing, one particular member of the mixed chorus (who I can't stand in real life) and I were embracing each other. Almost immediately afterward, the room cleared out and he and I were in the center of the room.
He looked down and me and ran his fingers across my eyebrows. Then he started plucking my hair out one by one.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Pulling out the dark ones."
I didn't seem to mind this explanation. "Yes, I know you like blonds." (I think his last two girlfriends have been blond.)
"Yes, I do."
And I put my arms around him and held him and felt very comfortable there, even though I despise him in real life. When I woke up, I didn't hate him so much.
