Can’t talk about it

I was at some event and there were people standing in a hall. One guy was standing by another door and he turned away some chick who tried to go through, I guess there was a party somewhere in the building. I walked up and he was telling someone else no when she just blew past him. She was gone before he could do anything. It was great, I did the same thing.

Anne and I were wandering around the halls then found an operating room except it had displays like different scenes were frozen in time. There were mannequins or wax figures dressed in scrubs and masks. They were medical staff mid operation and there were patients opened up on tables and there was so much blood. The room was dim and quiet and it threw me off. I thought about when I was brought into operating rooms and how I’d wished they knocked me out before wheeling my bed in, and how uncomfortably cold it was.  There were multiple tables and surgeries in here, I wanted to leave. We weren’t supposed to be in here and we couldn’t get to the other door because it was blocked. I said to turn around and go back to the entrance but Anne wanted to go to the other door cause it was closer and tried to move the figures so she could get through. An alarm went off, are you fucking kidding me? We ran to the entrance but heard running on the other side do we went through another door. When we got outside and went down a grassy hill we saw staff looking for us.. but thought hoe would they know it’s us? We took off our name badges and kept walking until we were on some other property. We met some chick there and I saw Roger, which is funny cause he invented lifebot.  We were outside on a balcony for a while when I said we needed to go and asked Anne if she had the keys to the suv and she pulled them from her boot and handed them to me. She was all cranky. I wanted to gtfo.

I’ve been waking up constantly the past few nights. This morning I woke up around 4am and it just kept happening. I had another dream this morning where he was holding me in bed and making my back and hips twitch on him. He grabbed my leg and put it over him but kept making me move and all I could do was breathe, and giggle, and kiss him. He pulled my hips down and hit my cervix. Every nerve went off and I was lost in it and was an absolute happy mess. And he rotated so I was on my back, then he grabbed my wrists and held my hands above my head while he kissed me. I can’t talk about these things with him anymore.. even if I wake up with a little smile, by the time I’m awake I know it’s not right.

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