Sweet Dreams

I'm on the floor of a classroom with a friend who is clearly shaken up about something. I'm not sure what has happened. I only comfort him. That's my job. He cries and I hold him. How long am I in there? I don't know. There is nothing in this room, just the walls and the typical classroom carpet. Its scratchy on my arms and legs. We don't talk, I just hold him. He finally smiles, "I'm late for my next class Jenn, and so are you."
Panic! I'm late again? Wasn't I just late for the last class? I was looking for the next class when I found this room with my friend in it all alone. But I couldn't leave him there now could I. This first day of school isn't going very well.
Now where is this next class? Looking at my over folded faded schedule I see my next class, "Dating". Dating? I don't have a boyfriend.... and I haven't for some time. I guess that makes sense.
I find the class. Single room building in the middle of the school field. Pointed roof. Wood walls. No windows. Two huge intimidating oak doors with a knocker. Clearly I'm late.... again. I shouldn't knock. Maybe I can just slip in unnoticed. Wrong.
Creeeeeeek! Two long rows of wooden desks filled with students. All faces I know, but names I cannot remember. They all look back at me. Body heat rises, palms sweat, heart races, anxiety sets in. Why do they all have to look at me? "Miss Jennifer, if you would be so kind to take a seat now."
"Yes professor." Professor? Really? Why did I say that?
A desk is empty in the middle. Just get there, sit down, and don't say a word.
I become very aware of my body and how awkward it is. Do my arms really swing like that all the time? Please don't trip. Must I walk so bouncy? Gosh, how far away is this desk?!
Finally, I sit. I can still feel eyes on me. They'll get bored and stop looking soon right?
The teacher clears his throat loudly as if you announce my interruption hindered whatever he was speaking about. I cant understand anything he is saying. Nothing at all. He wasn't speaking another language. I knew the words but I didn't know what he was saying. They didn't fit. Just random. But even so, everyone was taking notes. That's when I noticed the smell. Musky. Wet. Fleshy. Must be the old building.
Feeling safe of eyes I look around. That's when my heart drops to the pit of my stomach. Lightheaded. Warm. Clammy. Above me, in the corner of the ceiling is another one of my friends. He is in a sort of human cocoon. That's the smell. Hes naked. And hes not alone. Above every student there is another one. Male and female. All naked. All moving like fetuses in the womb. Some are dripping. Mine is. Mine.... He must be mine.
No one is acknowledging this. No one is looking up. Why? Ive got to get him down...... He cant breath..... Mines not moving as much as the others! I can see a rip in the fleshy cocoon! Hes going to fall! But how do I reach him? This room is so huge all of a sudden......
His eyes open. He looks around in. He sees me. He looks at me in a caring sort of way. His mouth moves, but I dont understand him. I have to get him down! This cant be normal.
SMACK! "Miss Jennifer don't make me address you again! Now, yours will come when he is ready for you."
What? Ready for me?
 My chest feels heavy.... Its blurry and bright... and there is something in my face.

Morning?