Spilling Cream
Level of Lucidity: N/A Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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I was in a classroom, and I think it was some point in the past, though I knew I was actually from normal times. All the pupils were girls with long hair, and they were all dressed in plain white night dresses, which looked like they'd been made from sheets. I got the feeling it was some sort of school for kids with learning difficulties. The teacher was David Tomlinson, and he was wearing a tweed suit, with an old fashioned teacher's hat. My friend Kerrie was also with me, and she was also from the present. We didn't have chairs, so we were sitting on the radiators at the back of the room, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice. One girl asked why they weren't allowed to keep their stationary on their desks, and the teacher got really cross and started yelling, then he walked out. He came back with two trays of cakes. One tray had brandy snap baskets filled with whipped cream, and the other had choux pasty cases filled with single cream, which was really runny. He made is walk to the front of the room and pick up two of each cake, and hold one of each in each hand, then walk back to out desks. When I walked to the front I noticed a girl sat right near the front with big braces on her teeth. She looked like Regan fromThe Exorcist when she was completely possessed, and I was shocked. The teacher leant over to me and said "watch out for Karen". I had to squeeze past her desk to get back, and she lunged towards me, and I had to struggle not to spill the cream from the cakes. After everyone had taken their cakes, the teacher pointed to his desk, which had various patches of spilled cream on it, and said "Cordelia! Prunella! Now do you see why we don't keep stationary on our desks?!", as he pointed at two girls in the corner.
The next day I returned to class, but this time the class was mixed, and we were wearing different clothes. I still had my white dress on, but it had ripped up the back. For some reason, I was hugging the teacher, and I felt really safe. He somehow knew that I was from a different time, and although all the other pupils were scared of him, I felt really comfortable around him. He announced to the class - still hugging me - that we were going to learn the 2 times table. One boy, about 17 years old, put his coat and a bow tie on, then started to leave. The teacher asked where he was going, and he said "Oh, I don't do twos, so I'm just going to go home". I expected the teacher to yell at him, but he didn't - he talked the boy into staying and I was impressed. Near the front of the class was a boy and a girl who were dating. The girl was wearing a really short yellow tartan skirt, and when the teacher asked her to take her seat, she just turned round and mooned him, then carried on talking. The teacher was shocked, so I whispered to him "don't worry, we had whores in my class too".
Later on, I left and my stepdad picked me up. He was going to drop me home on the way to work. It was dark, and I hadn't eaten all day so I asked him to stop at a service station. He did, but said we had to be quick because he was going to be late for work. I was stuck in the queue for ages because I had to wait for some hot chocolate to be made, then when it finally arrived, some women started fighting and throwing chairs at each other, so I couldn't get out.
Additional Comments:
I don't know how old I was supposed to be in this - I was at school but I still felt the same age as I am now. I have no idea whyDavid Tomlinson was the teacher, but he looked the same as he does in Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
