I Just Had a Weird, Creepy, Stalker Dream...
…about somebody that I know very well online. Specifically, it was about her apartment.
That I was walking around in.
While she wasn’t there.
And I was nude.
I woke up while I was deciding whether or not to masturbate with something silky belonging to her.
I am rarely disturbed my my own imagination or subconscious, but I really have to hand it to my dream-weaver tonight. I’m usually in a rush to tell people about the dreams I have about them. I think I’ll just keep this one to myself.
Of course, every woman reading this now thinks it was about her. YOU ARE WRONG (unless you are this particular woman).
