Dream State

Rob Lowe

I get to school. I'm handed my schedule when i get to the office, The first class i have? Archaeology. That's weird, my high school doesn't offer that class. I have to be in college then. I ask around try to find someone i know that has my class. To my luck, i don't. I have to be that person that walks into class not knowing anyone.

"Let's get this over with," I say to myself.

I walk in super nervous. I see about twenty people causing a ruckus.

"Great," I say sarcastically.

I take a seat at the front and wait for the teacher. A couple minutes later a young looking man walks in.

"Everyone settle down and take a seat," he says nicely, "my name is Rob Lowe."

This guy is pretty cute. (FYI: this is Chris-Rob Lowe from Parks and Recreation. He's a sad, mentally-unstable, fitness nut.) He goes on teaching the class.

Some how, some way, I find out that he is a treasure hunter. Like Indiana Jones style. Teacher by convenience, treasure hunter when duty calls. For some reason, unknown to me but known to my dream-self, I started to treasure hunt with him. Jumping over chasms, fording rivers, running through the jungle, and encountering dangerous events. We did all that many times, but I don't recall all the details.

Now, even though it is a student-teacher relationship, we have become lovers. He brings me to his apartment, and he moves all my stuff in too. He shows me the shower and shows me how to works it.

"You probably want a shower after a long day's work, right?" I nod my head to say yes. "Well I would recommend you exercise while you are in there. I have some shake-weights under the sink."

My dream-self thought this to be perfectly logical. I grabbed one and after I washed myself, I shake-weighted. I stopped, turned off the shower, and got out. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body. I walked into his adjacent room. He walks in and lays my suitcase on top of his bed. He stares at me for awhile. He makes his way over and kisses me.

"I'm sorry, you probably want to get dressed first," he says

I sigh and turn my head away, "No it was fine, but okay I will."

He leaves and I do as he said.

Later on, we are in New York City, tending to some "business" Rob has. Though it was more like a drug and prostitution ring. How do I know? Well we got into a high-speed motorcycle chase over it. We caught the guy and got the cocaine back.

Here my dream ended. With Rob-bad ass-Lowe.