My sleep is often troubled; fitful and filled with ugly dreams.
Last night, well actually early this morning, I dreamed myself into an unpleasant and ugly situation...
There was a party -- a dinner party. It wasn't at our house; we'd been invited to another person's home. The details are fuzzy, but my sense is that it was some sort of kinky gathering.
I was in the kitchen -- alone. Everyone else was in the dining room, separated from the kitchen by a swinging door. For some reason, I was trying to warm a bowl of chicken noodle soup in the microwave. Suddenly, someone was behind me, smacking me on the ass. I just assumed that it was Tom, and I smiled to myself, but continued to watch the microwave and my soup. Then, the butt-smacker began to rub against me -- humping on my back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't Tom.
And when I woke up, I was right in the middle of a full fledged knock-down, drag-out fight -- and I'd found my voice: "Mother-fucker...cock-sucker...cum-wad...limp dick...asshole...dickhead...cunt-face..."