Dream #16— (09/10/2023)

A recurring dream from my early twenties. I had no clue who this man was at the time of the dream in the past.

I was living in a villa.

It was old and naturally had ghosts that I could see.

I was in my bedroom with my daughter, and my son was running in and out intermittently.

“A pimp named slickback” came into the room as my daughter had let him in.

Of course, I was upset and was trying to get him to leave.

He had this old flip phone out and was recording me and my bedroom.

I grabbed the phone and broke it.

I was expecting him to hit me, but he didn’t.

So I grabbed him by the arm and promptly escorted him out.

My mother was in the kitchen cooking, and as I led him out past her, I said, “He’s not to be let back in here!”

The part about the ghost children and dogs running around the villa will be left out.

Y’all don’t need to know about them.

So time goes by, and I go back to the kitchen and open the front door for a group of people.

I don’t know these people and have never met them in real life.

They come in, and “A pimp named slickback” is at the door waiting behind them.

I run back to my room, and guess who follows on my heels?

Yeah, of course he does.

I get into the bed and cover-up, and here he comes with a new flip phone, filming me.

We wrestle with the phone, and he manages to get me in a chokehold from behind.

I try to wriggle free, but he has a tight hold on me.

He’s biting my neck.

A little girl comes to the door, and she tries to shut the door.

I’m trying to tell her to go get my mother, but my voice is muted.

I can barely hear my voice.

He’s still biting my neck.

He’s not drawing blood, but it hurts!

I’m screaming, “Go get mother! Go get mother! Go get your grandma!” (My voice sounded suppressed)

The girl looked nothing like my daughter, but in my mind, she was my daughter.

She leaves and promptly comes back with the woman who looks nothing like my mother, but in my mind, she’s my mother.

She looks around the room and says something to the little girl.

I realize that she can’t see us.

I’m screaming at “A pimp named slickback.”

“You killed me! You killed me!”

She couldn’t see us, so I thought that we were dead.

Well, at least me!

They leave, and he’s still just biting me.

He wasn’t letting go.

I knew what he wanted.

So, we came to a compromise.

I agreed to fuck him.

He still held onto me, but he released some of his grip on me.

When I tried to climb onto his lap, he thought that I was trying to get away.

And he was like, “Uh… Uh…” and he tightened his grip on my arm.

So, not to make this into a porno.

But as I’m slowly sliding down his length.

He’s holding me tightly, and he says, “Now I know that I have to have you.”

Which is weird because, in the dream, he was already having me.

I will leave the rest out, but I will say this…

Your kisses are amazing!

You definitely know how to express your feelings through kisses.

DAMN!

I’m not going to even try to dissect this dream.

I already know what it is.

May you crash and burn with the rest of my enemies!