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was a teacher/student at a high school which later in the dream i learned was somewhere in spain, but not normal spain, like a part of spain i never even heard but related to normal spain like the upper peninsula is related to michigan. so there i am, skippin gclass, and developing a crush on a teacher, which actually was going pretty smoothly for a good little bit. then something happened and im helping another student work on some homework problems on a windowsill/bench in the hallway and for whatever reason he was hot (you know iberian hot: dark black hair, long nice toned legs [because he actually fkkn walks places], slender body frame [because he actually eats decently and isnt a slob]...and well you can tell now), so we started making out in the hallway and it was good. then the teacher i was crushing on hard walks around the corner, but when i come to visit him in the teacher's lounge the net time its as if it never happened!!

i got away with some casual makeout sesh then show up in the teachers lounge, where, oh shit, yeah forgot i go through some goddamn dog-and-pony routine with the secretary about how i am NOT SPANISH, and that i only put that i was 'murciano' (a reference to the poorest region in spain) because i had lived there briefly long ago). so i had to correct that and then i bump into the teacher i was crushing for, as well as his friend, who was a sweet light-skinned mulatta, you know a puerto-rican guy just dying to meet me, so we talked about shit and i realzied through it all that my teacher was WAY hotter from afar and not even my age (unlike his friend, which before you get nasty thoughts, was exactly that: a friend). we hang out and talk about people with a good work ethic, decent work ethic and hell ANY fkkn work ethic at all!! which he obviously had, being a teacher at that school and working on some advanced degree (i can only assume some sort of comparative education between PR and Espain). but then like the shit all changed and i was still wearing my cowboy boots- it helped me self-identify as norteamericano and made me somewhat exotic to the lads there (hell the teach was down, man)- but now i also had my black denim jacket on, which also still bore some of my buttons. however, in the dream , they were pins for old punk bands that i grew up on. so, there i was walking outside on the patio up to some dudes (it was nighttime now and i can only assume there was some sort of school-sacntioned event/dance thing going on) so the mature crowd was kicking it ouside and sure enough one fo the other dudes outside recognizes my pins and we start chatting about old punk bands and then his friend (who was super white and actually looked himself to be from late 70s, early 80s uk punk) chimes in, wearing all black and discussing the finer side of Oi music. it was great. so the political/punk talk continued when the first guy just starts wheat-pasting some fkkn radical left-wing posters up onto the side fo the fkkn school and there i am fkkn cherring him on fkkn loving it- to make things even more theatrical dude had an old chimney-sweep's broom to help flatten out the shit he was putting up, which he was melodramatically routinely banging against the side underside of the patio we were on to dry it off! turning aroudn to survey the situation because i totally wanna support any and all radical political expression i ran out into the hall to make sure everything was cool (keep in mind though that the patio had other teacher-types up there, but they seemed to be young and for whatever reasong that meant down with the cause too!! the hallway was clear, despite the fact that there was wierd plastic tarps strewn around everywhere, but hey whatever, UP WITH THE POSTERS!! my teacher-crush shows up and we start talking again, and it is at this time i notice how old he REALLY is and its frightening, but actually relieving because that means i can forgo the whole puffing up my achievements chest and let me colorful feather back down and just fkkn hang out and not try to impress this guy because i think i wanna marry him or some insanely anachronistic monogamous concept like that. but then something else catches my attention and, for the fkkn life of me i cant figure out who, but old Oi is now blaring out of an old 80s style boombox, you know with oversized attached speakers and double tape deck, right next to the blackclad guy, causing the scene to change drastically back to the teacher lounge where for whatever reason, now the teachers are lightening up and people are fkkn partying, i mean really fkkn PARTYING, right there in the teachers lounge and i think to myself, what a wonderful world.

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