One Day I Dreamed...

I was about 11 years old the last time I had a nightmare that made me cry. I was enjoying my comfortable bed full of way too many pillows when I began to dream about my crazed fifth grade science teacher. I was on a lake with a dock when her perfectly manicured finger nails and heavy made-up face began to chase me. It was not bad enough my old science teacher was chasing me, but she had to have pink, squirming jellyfish in her hands. They were literally squirting grape jelly out of their tentacles and were desperately trying to get me. In the end I managed to swim away, because the jellyfish didn't have the ability to swim. For the next few weeks, my old science teacher was my villain.