In a recent dream, I was team-teaching with Yithian! As I have only the vaguest of memories of his appearance, he was, in the mysterious way of dreams, identified without being audible or visible! Yithian was leading the lesson, while I was tasked with helping the pupils to stay focused.
The only vaguely-human class-member was a female mannikin, sentient, we believed, but incapable of movement or communication. Her face was white or cream-coloured, with openwork like a doiley; her clothing consisted of a full-length dress with bulging apron, well-stuffed, like a dummy intended for a bonfire. A very large crane fly appeared to be feeding on her face but I was telepathically informed that this was actually a part of her face and should not be removed.
The rest of the class consisted of assorted indeterminate floofs, which lolled around on the floor in a cluster, being idle, bored and slightly lewd. The main mass of fur did seem to differentiate itself into a doggie-part and a feline area; heads were not much in evidence but a full belly of nipples was.
The trouble-maker was a large and hyperactive weasel who made a sudden and violent raid on one nipple, repeatedly biting it and stretching it towards the ceiling. Amazing elasticity, for a nipple! Despite the obvious sexual implications, this prolonged attack had no erotic charge, being essentially pure violence with a cartoonish extremism.
My own freedom of movement was constrained by a high-backed chair, rendering me somewhat vulnerable; when the weasel tired of his nipple-play, he dived down the back of my shirt. I can remember the horrid sensation of him wriggling down past my collar, as he prepared to bite my neck or back. I braced myself for the pain, which never arrived, since I awoke, more puzzled than horrified by the whole crazy farrago.
