Last night, I had one of those dreams that make you so mad that you can barely wrap your mind around it. My dream was about Bill Cosby.
Last year, I taught a yearbook class. Those senior and junior girls really tugged at my heart. I made plans with one of the seniors to take her out to supper this Saturday when I pick up my new sewing machine.
In my dream, Bill Cosby was working for my dad as a lineman. I couldn't figure out why he'd want that job as I'm pretty sure that he's financially secure. In the mean time, My student worked for me at the pool as a lifeguard. Her dad was upset because he thought she was starting to see Mr. Cosby against his wishes. I assured him that they were only rumors.
Later that night, my dad confirmed to me that the rumors were true. My student was, in fact, dating Bill Cosby.
Jason and I took them out to eat. It was a little annoying to watch them make out. It was all I could do to not shake her and ask her what she was thinking...
More importantly - I wanted to shake Mr. Cosby and ask him just what the hell he was thinking.