Some fucked up dreaming!
You may know about how I'm afraid of sex, don't want it, don't think about it. Andrew puts it well: It's like eating a food that makes you sick, and then you never want to eat it again.
This guy, Josh, who constantly calls my show to drunkenly say rude things and actually cause me to not enjoy myself at my show because of the lack of time to myself and the annoyances that build up like Lego, just pissed me off way too much last night. Somehow, he was talking about sex, and I say "Oh, I don't like it." and he goes "What? What the hell is Andrew still doing with you?" and I say "He loves me!" God, it's not all about sex, but for Josh, it must be, as he relates the details of how he's had girlfriends, and the only reason he stayed with them is because they let his cock stuff them. He said it some vulgarly way, and he talked about how he would cum inside them, and I was like "Stop! I don't like this!! Shut up! That's gross!!" to trigger him to say "Why, you were RAPED!!??"
I was not raped.
But I was mad. Last night, after crying to Andrew until about 10am about yucky people, and relationship questioins, I had this fucked up dream. In the dream, I was sleeping and dreaming within the dream...dreaming about feeling something within my body, down there, and when I woke up within the dream, I saw that Andrew had gone mad, and had a long curved member working in me, and it is curved so he can reach without being on me, just beside me. And he was so wicked and evil, that when I asked "What are you doing?" he tells me that he has sex with me while I'm sleeping, and cums inside me. This is scary to me. I thought I could trust him. His skin was bluish, I think. He was scary. Also, in the dream, he showed me a happy children's picture book, each paged marked with a minute of the hour, and each page that he marked up with a pen were the minutes of the hour that I got ruthlessly screwed in my sleep.
I woke up out of all dreams, and Andrew tells me he loves me. He probably had not slept yet from all the upset of the night. I told him the dream and he tells me "I'm not evil. You think I'm evil" (which breaks my heart for even dreaming this) and that the Devil has a curved penis....have you read about it? I told him that I read that the Devil's penis is cold, as they say in the documented phony witch craze confessions. Curved means G-spot tickler, so maybe these devil associations are assumed.
Anyway, I woke up at 4pm, I should do some homework for my two papers this week. Andrew and I are going out for dinner. I want to eat fish, says my "I want to eat veg foods" tummy.
This guy, Josh, who constantly calls my show to drunkenly say rude things and actually cause me to not enjoy myself at my show because of the lack of time to myself and the annoyances that build up like Lego, just pissed me off way too much last night. Somehow, he was talking about sex, and I say "Oh, I don't like it." and he goes "What? What the hell is Andrew still doing with you?" and I say "He loves me!" God, it's not all about sex, but for Josh, it must be, as he relates the details of how he's had girlfriends, and the only reason he stayed with them is because they let his cock stuff them. He said it some vulgarly way, and he talked about how he would cum inside them, and I was like "Stop! I don't like this!! Shut up! That's gross!!" to trigger him to say "Why, you were RAPED!!??"
I was not raped.
But I was mad. Last night, after crying to Andrew until about 10am about yucky people, and relationship questioins, I had this fucked up dream. In the dream, I was sleeping and dreaming within the dream...dreaming about feeling something within my body, down there, and when I woke up within the dream, I saw that Andrew had gone mad, and had a long curved member working in me, and it is curved so he can reach without being on me, just beside me. And he was so wicked and evil, that when I asked "What are you doing?" he tells me that he has sex with me while I'm sleeping, and cums inside me. This is scary to me. I thought I could trust him. His skin was bluish, I think. He was scary. Also, in the dream, he showed me a happy children's picture book, each paged marked with a minute of the hour, and each page that he marked up with a pen were the minutes of the hour that I got ruthlessly screwed in my sleep.
I woke up out of all dreams, and Andrew tells me he loves me. He probably had not slept yet from all the upset of the night. I told him the dream and he tells me "I'm not evil. You think I'm evil" (which breaks my heart for even dreaming this) and that the Devil has a curved penis....have you read about it? I told him that I read that the Devil's penis is cold, as they say in the documented phony witch craze confessions. Curved means G-spot tickler, so maybe these devil associations are assumed.
Anyway, I woke up at 4pm, I should do some homework for my two papers this week. Andrew and I are going out for dinner. I want to eat fish, says my "I want to eat veg foods" tummy.