Dream: Only the names have been changed

I find myself back working at University, but this it really is a lovely University. Set amongst rolling hills, with small streams and kitsch wooden bridges between the faculty buildings. Plus the accomodation is on site making this a dream location to live and work.

On my first day, who should I find working there, but Sarah. An old friend of mine. I say hello, and we both express surprise that we should both be working at the same place, albeit in different departments and buildings. We smile at each other, perhaps knowing that in the past we were attracted, and if we were honest we still are. She walks away and seems kind of sad, hunched over as she walked, and not herself.

I return to my lodgings, which are comfortable and modern like the rest of the campus. I get into bed and turn on the TV. There is in fact a large, wide flatscreen TV right at the end of the bed. No sooner have I got into bed, than Sarah arrives, and seeing the TV on, she asks if she can watch too and climbs fully clothed into bed next to me and we start watching.

The film being shown, is a little strange it is the story of two superheroes, who are just two ordinary, well turned out thirty something men and the supposed villain. Who is a comic book character, an ageing fat man, wearing an eye mask, a gormless smile and flapping low budget plastic wings attached to his arm.

Lying in bed, I hope that Sarah doesn’t notice that I am only wearing a t-shirt. But she stays huddled to her side of the bed, turned away from me. I realise I better slip off the silver high heeled shoes I seem to be wearing as well. I quickly slide them off without her noticing.

She seems very warm next to me, I keep thinking I ought to tell her there’s no way I can have an affair, but while it doesn’t seem absolutely necessary I keep quiet. In fact I want to ask her if she will ever leave her husband, although I know the answer would always be no. Instead, when the situation becomes unbearable I tell her it’s getting late and that I am really sleepy and she really ought to be going.

She climbs out of the bed, and seems almost inconsolable and silently leaves my place. A minute passes and I realise how cold I have been and I throw on my dressing gown and chase after her and tell her she should at least let me walk her home.