1-8-10

The dream fell into a series of events, all of which I can't recall, but I'll relate what I can remember...

I'm in a gym and my hair is wet. I'm thinking I just come out of the shower. A young man grabs me by the ankle and I end up on my back. He's on me now and all sweaty. We embrace and I put kisses all over his face and mouth. At this point I'm not concerned about the sweat.

Then I'm in a room working on some kind of project that involves something resembling a small brush like the kind used to put on mascara. Now I'm in a kitchen and the thing is flying through the air on its own. Someone else is with me and I try to kill the thing. I have something like a fly swatter and the thing morphs into a small cloth doll and I swat at it because its unnatural. When I finally hit it, it falls and then becomes a goldfish. The other person here encourages me to step on it but I don't have the strength (mental strength?) to kill it.

Then I'm an assistant in a class of unruly kids. One of them threatens me with a chair but he's stopped by a large man (the principle?). The kid, probably around 16, is wearing a leather jacket and he descends stairs ahead of me as we all head out the door.

That's about all I remember.