The first night... I had no sense that anything was wrong until I was nearly awake. Basically, a night of wild, hot sex with a total stranger. The end of the dream, I was laying on my right side and there was an arm draped over me... a large, black arm. I startled awake yelling "what the ****?" and of course, at that point realized I had only been dreaming.
The second night, I was walking out of the store and was grabbed and pulled into the bushes. It was the same "dream stranger" from the first night. This time, I was aware of the wrongness, and tried to break free... but never had the opportunity to verbalize my objections. It crossed my mind (after I woke, I didn't realize I was dreaming until I did) that, given the mass difference (he was twice my girth and solid muscle) that this dream stalker might not even realize I was trying to fight him off.
2007-07-08
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