Miss Nelson

In my dream I was an opera singer. I was pretty darn good too. I attended this class and my teacher looked like Miss Nelson from "Miss Nelson is Missing." She had this look about her that was comical. Her hair was orange-yellow and frizzy and she had a big hairdo that was up with ribbons. Her face was powdered so much you couldn't see the old wrinkled skin she was hiding underneath. Her lips were painted red in a cupids bow and her eyes always looked like she was tired. Our lesson had just ended. I saw the students dispurse. One student had these really really short shorts with butt pads like knee pads stuffed in the butt pockets. She was very fit and had short black hair. I never saw her face as she stood next to a bar to stretch her muscles. Everything was dim with candlelight. People wore black with hints of chrome gold and ripped denim. I walked towards this couch to sit and as I did I started to practice my lesson a little and Miss Nelson heard me. She wanted me to participate in this event. I woke up.