Dream

A dream last night: almost in a classroom setting, there is a middle-aged lady sitting in a desk in the middle of the room; she is somewhat overweight, her skin is tanned. She is conspicuously unhappy, of the angry/agitated sort. I remember her calling me out, rudely, and demanded I answer a question. I did, with prudence; but it wasn't reciprocated -- she stopped me in the middle, mocked me boldly and heartlessly, and disregarded me as something inhuman. But I wouldn't tolerate it. So without even thinking of what I was doing, in an alcoholic-emotional haze that bordered on a trance, I went up to her, stared her straight in the eyes, and slapped her on the face. The recoil! She was incredulous, and what happens next? I am conscious of myself on death-row, with the thought that my lawyer is trying incessantly to appeal a court-ruling that never took place. Why this dream hits home for me I cannot quite understand.