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Dec. 15th, 2008 06:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dru_evilista
I had the weirdest dream...so I'm a serial killer/rapist(we have strap ons) with my new girlfriend, we have much lulz going around with the raping and killing...sometimes even each other (Apparently we're also IMMORTAL). Nothing like occasionally waking up in the middle of some fun nonconsentual open heart surgery(after she gave you the wide eyed innocent look while coming at you with a mask going "Oh it's just some oxygen, your O2 stats are a little low." See what happens when you believe what your serial killer girlfriend says?! *mutters* See if I let her cuff me down and do kinky things with medical equipment to me agin...)
Then we suddenly decide to cash in on all those many people who WANT to be raped and killed by lesbians and open up a....sex shop or something. Make our victims PAY us to rape and kill them. And somehow this is legal. Oh and for some insane, insane reason I cheerfully explaining all this to my parents while moving furniture. Around my girlfriend's corpse. To quote from the dream: Oh it's ok, mom. I had a totally good reason to kill her. She killed me first. S'okay. She'll be fine in a minute.
Then I dreamed I was a gay MAN, and both my husband and I were scared of the dark, but the god damn lights would not turn on, and if they did they were insane dim, then I decided I really needed wine. From the basement. I am a stupid gay man. The kind that gets killed by the monster in the first 15 minutes of a movie. Can you guess what happens to me next? Did you say running in terror, trying to get out of the basement and running smack dab into...something in the dark, that licks me, before I blackout/die? *nods* Yup. That's what happened.
I swear I don't actually do drugs, but you'd never know it going by the cracked out dreams I have.
Then we suddenly decide to cash in on all those many people who WANT to be raped and killed by lesbians and open up a....sex shop or something. Make our victims PAY us to rape and kill them. And somehow this is legal. Oh and for some insane, insane reason I cheerfully explaining all this to my parents while moving furniture. Around my girlfriend's corpse. To quote from the dream: Oh it's ok, mom. I had a totally good reason to kill her. She killed me first. S'okay. She'll be fine in a minute.
Then I dreamed I was a gay MAN, and both my husband and I were scared of the dark, but the god damn lights would not turn on, and if they did they were insane dim, then I decided I really needed wine. From the basement. I am a stupid gay man. The kind that gets killed by the monster in the first 15 minutes of a movie. Can you guess what happens to me next? Did you say running in terror, trying to get out of the basement and running smack dab into...something in the dark, that licks me, before I blackout/die? *nods* Yup. That's what happened.
I swear I don't actually do drugs, but you'd never know it going by the cracked out dreams I have.