Last night I dreamt that Matt and I were wandering around in the dank, pipe-lined basement of a falling-apart apartment building. We were looking for someone who was trying, in some unspecified way, to hurt me very badly. Matt was carrying the hammer that, in our waking life, lives on his side of the bed in case of zombies. We came to a room, far underground, and when I opened the door I faced the monster. She looked like a more-beautiful version of me, but her hair was darker and she was much larger. Not fat, at all, but even taller than I am and very muscular, with enormous breasts. She was utterly naked. Matt was so shocked that he dropped the hammer in the doorway. I was very angry, full of rage, so I went after her. We wrestled in the murky water covering the floor. Despite her size advantage, I was winning. She grabbed the hammer and started pounding my body with it. It did not hurt, but I was afraid that she would get my head, even though she was specificaly aiming away from there. Finally, Matt woke up and jumped into the fray. He got the hammer away from her and struck her body. Instead of hurting her, it loosened her skin. She became porous. We merged into one body which I controlled. Matt and I went back upstairs.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 10:42:59 +0000
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