Evidently, I am attending college. There is this class I have with this teacher and among some of the students it is understood that some dark and sexual things happen in his class. Going into the classroom it is dimly-lit and there seems to be a large table we all sit around. Across from me, more or less, sits the teacher, and immediately he seems creepy to me. Eventually he had one of the girls — a beautiful, blond-haired girl I used to work with who I will call DY — sits on his lap. I found it unusual, but she did not seem to mind at all at first, so I silently damned myself for being judgmental. I just watched her face. Though she at first seemed to like it, her face soon turned red, fell to an expression that conveyed not only discomfort but fear, utter horror, and she shook her head and tried to hide her eyes so no one could see her trying to choke back her tears. She seemed helpless, violated. It killed me inside.
She got down off his lap, left the table and exited the room. In the distance, I could see some female school authority walking her down the hall, escorting her somewhere, maybe out of the building. I look back to where the creepy professor was sitting and he wasn’t there anymore. Then I see him being escorted away by one or two people, with his hands behind his back as if he had been cuffed. As he passes by, he seems to whisper to me specifically what sounds like, “I guess we’re in trouble.” Was he planning on implicating me specifically? Immediately I felt guilty for not stopping it, not stepping to the plate and defending her and those whispered, maybe-wrongly-heard words just intensified that guilt and tacked onto it some fear.
Then we meet at her house, three of us from the class. I drove something like a motorcycle, though I instantly wondered how I had understood the directions well enough to get here and why there seemed to be a seamless transition, void of any semblance of a segue, between the incident in the classroom and us meeting up here. Quietly I began to suspect I was suffering from amnesia, that maybe even alternate personalities were involved.
When we got inside, I briefly saw the girl from class, though it was no longer blond-haired DY but another girl, OB, a mixed girl I have known for some time who is also attractive. We spoke a little, during which time she cracked a joke about the incident in the classroom — essentially saying that she was doing fairly good for having been butt-raped by her teacher. I didn’t really know how to respond to that, and she shortly thereafter disappeared, talking with the numerous other people there.
We got slices of blue on which we were expected to write what happened in the classroom. I couldn’t remember enough to put it on paper. We also got papers with question such as: if you had a sexual advance from a teacher, how would you react? This clearly depended on the exact circumstances, of course, and I feared being judged by how I might answer that question, so I avoided writing in that case, too.
I bumped into at least two people I knew from high school and one celebrity as I wander about the crowd. I see SS, an attracted girl from high school who I appeared to piss off last time I had briefly seen her years back. I greet her upon seeing her but she entirely ignores me, leaving me to feel foolish when I greet her. I then see a guy I knew, DD, and I talk with him a bit, and he asks me why I’m here. I tell him I don’t know why I’m here. I’m not sure I belong here or anywhere, I tell him sadly. I think I’m a wanderer. He tells me that he knows what I’m trying to say in a way that conveys to me that he sees me as speaking in some kind of code, and in a way I am, but he then references engaging with hand-drums during the night and I do not understand the reference at all. Last but not least I see Neil deGrasse Tyson in the crowd. I asked him if there was ever a chance there would be a second season of the new Cosmos. He didn’t seem to know what I was talking about, but I told him that he had to know, as he had hosted the damn thing.
We had been there for the longest time and I didn’t know what to do, so I lay down on a couch for a bit, tired and thinking I might take a nap. There were a lot of people there, though, so I felt awkward about doing that. Then I decided I would walk around, maybe leave, though I feared it might appear rude, even suspicious. It seems like apartment complex with elaborate hallways and stairways and I got lost. I found myself in what appeared to be a restaurant. On a wall that was made of glass I look through and I see beautiful water and bizarre landscapes. It seems like an advanced terrarium. I finally make it outside to my motorcycle-like thing. I try to go home but get lost, and then finally I awaken.