hey~~! I'm back after a short break! good to see you all! On to the actual post, hurrah!

so, how does it feel to dream? like being in a state of euphoria, magical and dazed, I seem to stumble through my dreams like Alice in wonderland. don't get me wrong though, I love to dream! dreams are a vacation for your mind and imagination. in fact I came up with an interesting one just last night, here goes

math on the third story classroom was a bit like hell, you had some good people who do bad things but mostly you have those criminals who think they are the good guys but aren't. I was one of the good guys and I hated this class. the teacher had a thick Spanish accent which made her hard to understand and by sixth period she made so many mistakes I probably wouldn't be able to understand her otherwise.

that was when he walked in, the math teacher from first story classroom. he was an elegant gentleman, the Epiphany of anime character goodness and he had been paying a lot of attention to me as of late (and I loved it). Gracefully striding over to my own teacher he had a small conversation in Spanish with her (I only understood a little Spanish and didn't catch all of it) and took over teaching.

he must be a genius! a master of math because the lowly likes of me, an artist with no logical sense, could understand it! after lecturing and drawing up graphs he walked the classroom and gave help to the struggling students.

"do you understand all of this?" He asked when it came my turn.
"y-yeah!" I said a lot more enthusiastically then I intended.
He gave me a warm smile and moved on. It may have been warm to others but it was hot enough to melt my icy heart.

later, in my little dorm, I was having a mild panic attack. I was under much stress and the imaginary love affair I had with the first story math teacher , whose name was Derrem by the way, didn’t help. There was a knock on the door and a muffled voice asking for me to come out, I was sure even though I couldn’t tell, that it was my brother just being annoying.
“go away!” I shouted, “all I want right now is that sexy math teacher!” I heard the door squeak open. I whipped around ready to beat the living snot out of my smaller sibling when I saw who it was, who else would it have been but Derrem, the sexy math teacher from the first story. I felt hot and burn-y all over, my body shook for nervousness and embarrassment. I couldn’t think of a single word to say.
“the writer is speechless.” He mused with a smile, and sexy smile at that. I just stood with my jaw dropped. “I was just looking to see if you finished your homework but I see you are busy.” he began to turn away.
He turned to leave, I wanted to jump over and bury my face in his chest but I was still frozen.
“oh, and don’t be so worried,” he mentioned nonchalantly over his shoulder “you’ll get what you want in the end…”

Was that weird or what? and I come up with that while I sleep!