Half in - Half out of subject
I must have been 15/16 - end of the 80's - doing my GCSE's.

I'd been forced to take History for god's sake - a great subject for someone whose only demonstrable skills were for technical subjects. Subsequently, I positioned myself to the rear of the class and found myself sat next to two girls who i'd seen around (for 4 years) but not really spoken to - much like every other female in he school.

My 'story' revolves around my relationship (read: lack of relationship) with one of the girls; lets call her 'Vicky' (as that was her name yadayada) - I doubt she read this, so it doesn't matter. Vicky was ok. Probably made someone a good wife (is that sexist?), but not a stunner. Her permed black hair never really did it for me, but as one of the few girls who actually spoke to me in class, she was interesting.

One night i had the most vivid dream ever - i mean, so vivid i woke up believing it had happened, and still get goose bumps when i think about it. You know those times you've had nightmares, woke up and thought "that was horrible", but then go back to sleep and can't remember much in the morning? It wasn't like that at all! This felt real.

The dream starts with me and Vicky sitting in my dad's car - me in the driver's seat, her in the passenger, on the driveway. Strange - as I was obviously too young to drive, and had never been in that position. Vicky tells me she's pregnant and it's mine. Now this was a huge shock - as young Another_tragic_case had yet to lose his cherry and was a very late gatherer of such experiences. I'd definitely never even touched Vicky yet alone penetrated her snatch, yet my protestations got me nowhere. She told me she was keeping the baby and that we'd have to get married. I was sweating like a whore at this point and i'm surprised i didn't wake in a swimming pool.

The dream then switched to scene two. I'm walking down my street the following day towards school pondering on the fact i'm about to be a father. Three girls from my form/group are in front (including the girl i actually did like - who ended up batting for the other side). They do the expected pointing and laughing, calling me 'daddy' etc. I continue down to school and wake up just as i walked through the school gates - in a state of panic. I'm convinced it was real. I get dressed for school, walk down the street (see two of the girls form the dream together) and through the school gates - and wake up again!

WTF! At this point i'm a nervous wreck. I check with my mother that i'm really awake - get several strange looks - and go to school. I've got History first that day. Still with this episode fresh in my head, I go straight up to Vicky and, for some yet-to-be-ascertained reason, feel obliged to ask her out. I found it difficult not to mention the dream, or to ask if she was actually pregnant.

Fortunately, she said no.
( Another_tragic_case wished he hadn't eaten all the cake, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 8:51, Reply)