Keep Calm and Carry On

I'm getting fed up with my dreams.

It's bad enough that I have a stinking cold. I can't sleep properly and keep coughing just as I'm about to drift off. I should quit smoking, I suppose (which is my subtle way of telling everyone that my previous attempt failed miserably).

But take last night's dream. I'm at school (and I mean high school, not university) in assembly. I'm doing the reading on stage. Now that's really weird, because I was never allowed when I was actually at school. My headmaster thought I was a subversive element because I had long hair and piercings. And you know what? I was a subversive element.

But anyway. I'm doing the reading. And an unutterably gorgeous hunk comes in. Mmmmmmm. Dark hair, dark eyes... Needless to say, he comes up on the stage and grabs me for a breathtaking kiss.

So far so good. The assembly has erupted into pandemonium but I'm beyond caring. I've got my hands roaming all over this bloke. Just as I'm getting his trousers off, however... (and just as an aside - why can't they come in naked? Things would progress far more expeditiously, I feel.)

The gorgeous guy morphs into Ross from Friends! Ack, gcak!

Well, I was caught in the moment so carried on anyway. Some sacrifices just have to be made.

And then my alarm goes off. And I wake up.

There's no justice.