Here’s a dream I had last night.

I paid a visit to my local library. While at the check-out counter, I saw that a new librarian had been brought on staff. She was five-to-ten years younger than I and rather short, only about five-feet tall. She wore her ash blond hair short and feathered, and her eyes were blue and watery. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she certainly was pretty. She was wearing a gray-and-cream striped T-shirt which really hugged her modest but perky chest.

We got to talking. That’s when she made it clear to me in no uncertain terms that if we weren’t in such a public place, she’d jump my bones right then and there. We then made arrangements to meet somewhere after she got off of work to fool around.

I got the sense this woman was going to be nothing but One Night at McCool’s-styled trouble.