DreamTime
I dreamt last night about a young woman with closely cropped ash blond hair and blue eyes. She was stalking Lizard, and had been sneaking around our appartment, which had a lot of soft grey carpetting.
The stalker girl was trying to get at Lizard because of her connection to M., who she had gone to high school with. I was running interference to keep SG (stalker girl) away from Lizard, who was sleeping. I spoke with SG quite a bit to figure out what was going on. SG was really pissed off with M., and trying to get at her anyway she could. She wasn't psychotic, just determined and possessed of an overdeveloped sense of vengeance. I recall feeling sympathetic to her, while still considering her a threat.
Eventually, M. showed up, with a bright blue chelsea cut. SG was very angry at her, but after some conversation, they started kissing when it looked like they were going to fight instead. As the petting got heavier and heavier, I realised that as much fun as it was to watch, I should probably give them some privacy.
At that point, the dream faded out of coherency at the beginning of a sex scene betwen Lizard and I - it turned into disjointed, random cuts of a second or two. At that point I began to wake up.