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).