Man eater?
I'm a bad person.
No, really, I am. In my heart of hearts I know that I have the potential to do bad, bad things without a thought as to the hurt they might cause. How do I know this? Because of a dream I had this morning.
In the dream, a woman I know (I will not reveal how I know her) invited me to stay with her and her husband in a cabin they owned. I went along, though I had never met her husband. The whole set up was a bit contrived, honestly, as I couldn't imagine any scenario in which I would spend a weekend with this woman. This is when things got interesting. Her husband turned out to look EXACTLY like Jason Statham. No joke, he was absolutely identical. Heck, he could even have been him, it wasn't really clear at the time. His accent was about right to be Jason Statham, that's for sure. Do you not know who Jason Statham is? Do a Google image search, and you will understand.
Forget the fact that in real life she doesn't own a cabin, nor does her husband look anything remotely like Jason Statham. Those two facts do nothing to change my behavior in the dream.
In my dream the tension built up between me and the Jason Statham lookalike all evening until it was nearly unbearable. We ended up waiting for her to go to bed, had a few more beers, and then all hell broke loose between us. Part of me was feeling guilty the whole time, but there wasn't even a hint of resistance on my part as we did ALL SORTS OF THINGS together. At one point she woke up and we had to quiet things down, but as soon as she was asleep again we went right back to what we had been doing.
I felt wanton. I felt like a tramp. I loved it.
Things were really reaching a rousing crescendo when a flood of light hit my eyes, and I awoke - the hubby had opened the blinds in the bedroom and the sun shone directly on my face, waking me up. I was not pleased at all. It was also a few moments before I could discreetly get out of bed. I haven't been right in the head all day as a result.
Now, I am about 99% certain that in real life I would never commit such an act of betrayal, but what does it say about me that in my dream I did so without any hesitation whatsoever? Would I have behaved differently if the woman in the dream was a friend of mine, or would that have made no difference at all? Is my subconscious really that sleazy and without morals? I have been thinking about this all day, and am quite fascinated.
Would any of you be safe to allow me in your home?
No, really, I am. In my heart of hearts I know that I have the potential to do bad, bad things without a thought as to the hurt they might cause. How do I know this? Because of a dream I had this morning.
In the dream, a woman I know (I will not reveal how I know her) invited me to stay with her and her husband in a cabin they owned. I went along, though I had never met her husband. The whole set up was a bit contrived, honestly, as I couldn't imagine any scenario in which I would spend a weekend with this woman. This is when things got interesting. Her husband turned out to look EXACTLY like Jason Statham. No joke, he was absolutely identical. Heck, he could even have been him, it wasn't really clear at the time. His accent was about right to be Jason Statham, that's for sure. Do you not know who Jason Statham is? Do a Google image search, and you will understand.
Forget the fact that in real life she doesn't own a cabin, nor does her husband look anything remotely like Jason Statham. Those two facts do nothing to change my behavior in the dream.
In my dream the tension built up between me and the Jason Statham lookalike all evening until it was nearly unbearable. We ended up waiting for her to go to bed, had a few more beers, and then all hell broke loose between us. Part of me was feeling guilty the whole time, but there wasn't even a hint of resistance on my part as we did ALL SORTS OF THINGS together. At one point she woke up and we had to quiet things down, but as soon as she was asleep again we went right back to what we had been doing.
I felt wanton. I felt like a tramp. I loved it.
Things were really reaching a rousing crescendo when a flood of light hit my eyes, and I awoke - the hubby had opened the blinds in the bedroom and the sun shone directly on my face, waking me up. I was not pleased at all. It was also a few moments before I could discreetly get out of bed. I haven't been right in the head all day as a result.
Now, I am about 99% certain that in real life I would never commit such an act of betrayal, but what does it say about me that in my dream I did so without any hesitation whatsoever? Would I have behaved differently if the woman in the dream was a friend of mine, or would that have made no difference at all? Is my subconscious really that sleazy and without morals? I have been thinking about this all day, and am quite fascinated.
Would any of you be safe to allow me in your home?