rhapsodic dreams

Dream Journal

dreamed on February 26, 2006

It was during the middle ages. I and another, younger, girl had been taken captive. The master had become attached to the girl and told his goons to not harm her. The goons were jealous of his attachment to the girl and spent all of their time making her life miserable, which meant they basically ignored me.

One night I had gone to her cell and found that she had been sliced in two with a sword, right through her belly button so that her legs and pelvis were sitting next to her torso. As I stared wide-eyes, I was told, “The master ordered it.” I wondered what the master would do if he knew.

I watched one of the men go to slice her in half again, down the center of her cheast, and I left not able to bear the thought of her torure. I wondered how much more she could live through. The master later found the goon sitting with a glass of blood. He raised the glass at the master and said, “Look how much we got from her!” The girl’s head laid severed in his lap.

I sat up in a pool of dirty water and felt someone’s arm tight around me. I turned and saw the body of a dead man lying with me. I stifled a scream and tried to move, but the body was heavy and held me down. I saw that we were on the stone floor of the master’s dungeon. I looked back at the body and remembered that he had loved me, and I was probably the reason for his death.

The body started moving; he had come back alive. He grabbed my arm and told me that he loved me and wanted me. I was scared and stood up. He stood with me. His body had been decaying on the flood, but the decaying process was just starting to reverse.

I put my arms around him, still a bit scared but knowing that he wouldn’t hurt me. We kissed passionately and it seemed to me that we were physically connected by his arm somehow, that he wouldn’t be able to remove it from me if he tried.

I wrapped my right leg around his waist and put it on a stool. We were both naked, and I tried to maneuver so that his penis would slide into me. But every time I bent my knees he bent his, moving his penis further fro me.

Themes: BMelissaSex