Striped Pajamas + Classroom Touchies

I stood in a big brown room with brown carpet, brown rugs, a brown desk with a brown chair, and vast, open space. In one far corner of the room was a four post bed with a canopy and brown curtains. In the other corner, there was a doorway. Through that doorway came the muse; the same sad, sleepy man that had recently appeared in two other dreams.

He wore brown and cream striped pajamas which stood out against all the other browns in the room.

He looked around cautiously and tip-toed to bed. He carefully peeled back the brown covers and tucked himself in. I was quite far away but I could see him clutching a brown pillow with a look of severe worry on his face. I was sad because I couldn't do anything; I knew I wasn't really there.

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Classrooms. High school classrooms which were connected on all four sides to other identical classrooms. I wandered in and out of empty classrooms knowing that later they would be full and I would have to find him.

Him. This sad, elusive dream muse.

The people appeared gradually and magically. Classes were happening and I was busy wading through desks and students and knowledge. Biology labs, English courses, Spanish tests, History lectures. Where could he be?

I just wanted to talk to him. That's all.

I found him on the floor in a computer lab; hunched over some machine he was fixing. I rushed to his side and wrapped my arms around him from behind. He said words to me which I don't recall and then I placed my hand in his in an act of trust. I don't know exactly what happened but he moved my hand so I was touching his body in strange ways which were deemed inappropriate in this dream world. I believed in him, I believed I loved him, but I also knew something was very wrong. I never once doubted his identity until I woke up.

In the morning, I was horrified. I never saw his face but I saw his jacket. The same jacket worn by a man from a few awkward dates in real life. A man who I had suspected was looking for something which I would not provide. A man who I was truthful with. A man who, shortly thereafter, posted a Craigslist advertisement looking for what I suspected he was looking for. Basically, a man who is like any other man. A man that makes me uncomfortable and disappoints me.

In this dream world, he managed to trick me into thinking he was the muse.