A Visit from an Angel

Let me start out by saying that this is only what I remember. I swear that an angel visits me at least once a week. I may be a guy, one of the biggest and most respected at school, but still, just a guy. These visits scare me sometimes. The first time, I didnt remember a thing, and I ended up in a mental ward for a few days because i was rambling and had sliced open my wrists with a can opener. Dont ask me how i did it, I just did. Under the influence of the angel. She takes the form of a beautiful woman and will either tease me, if im bad, or torture me, if im good. This has been going on for the past six months. Would you like to know about my first visit from her? The one where i sliced open my wrists and babbled for a week. Well, here goes:
I was asleep and was dreaming of this girl I always saw at school and had a crush on. As Im watching her, I see this other girl walk by in the typical Catholic school uniform, short skirt and button up shirt. She had beautiful auburn hair and as she walked by, she poked me in the chest and said in a voice from a plane unknown,

"get a life man, stop staring at her."

I looked back for her after I realized what had happened and after that, I woke up. Specifically, to the doctors trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Apparently, that girl had made enough of an impression that I was babbling about someone named Maria. Well, as the doctors moved me from the Operating Room to the room that i was to occupy until i was moved to the mental facility, I realized that the robe they had put on me was just a little to tight, in other words, I had a boner. As I realized this, I also realized that the nurses wheeling me to the room were both female. Needless to say, I was blushing hard.