i had a bad dream.

now i am up listening to the bad dream chasing away song, “confetti” by the lemonheads. the dream didn’t seem so scary when i was dreaming it, but now that i am awake it’s making me cold and shiver.

i dreamt i was taking some sort of class. it was an english or writing class. for reasons i cannot explain the class took place at a bowling alley. not our bowling alley, but some bowling alley quite similar to ours. the teacher was a babe. some goergous, tall, dark haired writer guy.

he was standing up walking at the top of lanes (you know down where all the pins are) and lecturing when he was shot down. someone busted in the classroom/bowling alley with a gun and shot him about 8 times right in the chest.

there was blood and screams. he managed to get up and hobble off the lanes. most of the people in the class didnt’ do anything. i scrambled out of my desk and called 911. the only phone in the bowling alley was my red, old-fashioned rotary phone. as i picked up i was worried that it’d be too old to use in calling 911. but it worked. as i got off the phone and waited for help to arrive. hotty teacher had made it over to me. don’t ask me how he could walk and talk, but he could.

we sat on the floor against the wall. i was holding him and there was blood everywhere. we just talked about books and beautiful women. he said he had a crush on me and then he died.

then i woke up.

now i am here.