I entered a lecture hall that I hadn’t visited in ten years.

“Ah, good!” the professor exclaimed. “Our volunteer is here!”

I blushed and pointed at myself. “Me? For what?”

The hall was packed. Everyone was looking expectantly at me, vaguely gesturing me down to the front of the class. I nervously complied.

“Sit down,” the professor guided me towards a folding chair. Was that always there? Did they need those in this classroom?

I sat, confused.

“Now…” the professor turned towards the class. “Today I’ll be showing you the penlight technique.”

A few students opened their notebooks in the darkness of the hall ahead. Did someone turn out the lights? Oh god, I’m the center of attention. My blush deepened.

“You’re familiar with this, aren’t you?” the professor said jovially as she pointed the light at my forehead and turned it on.

“No…?” I muttered.

The light was very soft and warm. It drew my attention, and I realized a moment too late: I was being hypnotized.

I felt a small tinge of arousal as my breathing slowed and my posture slackened.

“Ahhhhhh…” the professor said, her tone relaxing into a hypnotic affect. “You are familiar. You’re reacting so quickly. I haven’t even started talking yet, and you’re already walking down that familiar path towards trance. Your subconscious remembers.”

My eyes were growing tired as the light moved closer to my forehead. My eyes began to cross and gradually roll back. My mouth opened slightly as I began to breathe slowly through it.

My vision was blurry. I felt docile and calm. My embarrassed thoughts were still there, but smothered in a doughy plasticity.

Was I hard? Could people see? Did it… matter…?

“As you can see,” I heard the professor speak from a distance, “our lovely volunteer has been put into a very receptive trance state, with this penlight acting as focal point for…”

She droned on, and my subconscious recognized that she wasn’t talking to me, and tuned her out. I was softly confused; was she not still right in front of me? Was she not still pointing the penlight at my…

“...now, you can tell, the poor thing is very entranced, but probably a little confused. They may still think they’re looking at the light. Let’s give them a hand.”

I felt a light pressure, and my head lolled back. I don’t know if my eyes closed. It… didn’t matter…

~

“Mmmm…”

I woke up in my bedroom, my partner still asleep across from me.

So it was a dream…

Of course it was a dream. I got my bachelor’s ten years ago. I haven’t had to worry about college credits since I was in my twenties.

I absentmindedly picked up my phone from the end table and looked at it.

Oh right… the kink munch is after work. Is that why I had such a horny dream?

God, and it was such a horny dream. I tried to think back to the professor’s face to recall where I’d seen it in waking life, but the details were starting to blur. She certainly wasn’t a professor I’ve ever had.

Hopefully I’ll remember enough of it to tell my partner about it when they wake up; we haven’t done a good hypnosis session in a while.

Am I that needy right now?

I sighed and got out of bed as slowly and gently as possible so as to not disturb my partner, and made my way to the kitchen. Better get some caffeine in my system…