Jan 12, 2010 14:31
I dreamt last night my dog was alive and I cried tears of joy. I don't know if ever I've actually cried tears of joy but I was so relieved to see him at the door looking happy and strong I couldn't control myself.
I also dreamt I beat you severely, and slowly, not all at once. I smashed your stupid mouth with my elbow and I tore out chunks of your lank pathetic hair. I punched you in the eye and all the little blood vessels around your iris burst. I hit you and hurt you and you bled so startlingly much. I asked you to leave before I hit you the first time, and subsequently before each blow but you said whats mine was yours. But all you have is the hell you've created. I didn't feel good hurting you like I might hope. I felt scared because I couldn't stop myself and because when I punched you hard in the sternum I felt the crunch of your ribs and I wasn't sorry, I just wanted so badly for you to leave. When I woke up I was scared for a second and wondered what kind of person it makes me to dream these dreams of a whore who is a whore and a whore but nothing more. And then I was just glad inside that I had half a hour where my dog was alive.