In my dream I was at school again. It was a mixed class for a change, rows of boys and girls listening to an incredibly boring lesson on something religious, some Bible verse (which I’m not sure really exists) on taking the blame for your neighbour in an hour of need. Something like that.
The teacher disliked me for some reason, I knew that. But I was more concerned with a boy in my class I really liked. I was just trying to summon the nerve to ask him out after the lesson was over, when the teacher started accusing me of something. Some misdeed I had no idea I was guilty of. I was told to go to the front and bend over for the cane.
Just at that moment the boy I fancied stood up in his seat and cried: “Sir, it was me, I did it!”
I could see the teacher grinding his teeth; after the lesson about taking the blame for thy neighbour and whatnot, he couldn’t forbid this boy for taking the cane on my behalf.
I was ridiculously grateful. Although in this dream I didn’t mind being caned, it was incredibly pleasant to be the object of such sacrifice. I felt sorry for the boy, but now I knew for sure that he liked me too.
Move over Becky Thatcher, here comes Haron, and she fancies Tom Sawyer!