I've never written one of these before...

I can't remember much, but I remember what I was dreaming right before I woke up. I was down the Jersey Shore, and it was raining. It was rather cold and dark out, and I went into an almost-empty bar on the boardwalk (this must have been Sea Isle City or Wildwood) with a few friends of mine to dry off and get warm. Who's in there but that certain professor that I've been obsessing about? We stand at the bar talking by ourselves (I don't remember what about), and he leans his head in so that I can hear better; I misunderstand and think he's going to kiss me. So I, being a fool, make as if to kiss him back. He realizes what's going on and says, "OK, you and me--outside." I know I'm caught, and there's no going back. What can I do? I fall on the floor, hiding under the barstools. He tells me to get up; I say, "No, no, I like it down here--it's quite comfortable. Now let's pretend nothing happened and just order a beer."

Then I woke up. I think it's pretty obvious what's going on. I'm afraid that I'll let my guard down, that it'll all come out, and I fear the consequences.