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It happened several times before. Especially before some important and responsible day, I have this kind of dream. The last time I had a dream like that, where I was trying to fall asleep and then woke up in the middle of the night, was the night before my dissertation defense. However, I didn't have the opportunity to sleep longer, and I had to leave early in the morning. So, I went to bed quite early that day because I was sleep-deprived, and I fell asleep immediately.
Added 12 hours 15 minutes ago
Well, here's another night when I didn't sleep well and had a strange dream. It was a horror story with an erotic undertone (I knew what was going on and who was involved, but without going into details, everything just played out). I was some kind of married woman (I had cool, long, curly black hair), living in a town (apparently, a small city). My husband was a few years older than me, and he was a cop, an alcoholic, and prone to constantly beating up people he didn't like (i.e., me). And it seems that I was given to him not out of great and pure love, but rather at the request of my parents. In general, there was nothing good about this family life. Moreover, everyone around knew what was happening to me, but since they had good relationships with my husband, they ignored my bruises and never asked how I was doing (and if they did ask, I had to pretend that everything was fine). Besides, my face was rarely bruised; mostly, the bruises were under my clothes, and no one saw them. I needed to go far from home to some big, good supermarket to buy groceries for the week (as I did every week). There, I accidentally met a cute guy who looked closer to my age than my husband. And we somehow clicked. Then it turned out that he was actually a werewolf and was going to eat me. But I wasn't against it; I was so tired of life that, even though I was a little scared, I was willing to die and explained to my new acquaintance why. In the end, he took pity on me, spared me, and instead, he kind of convinced me to have an affair. After that, I started seeing him as often as possible. At the same time, thanks to these dates, I became a very obedient wife, trying to please my inadequate husband in every way, just to leave the house more often. Fortunately, all the explicit scenes with my husband were also skipped (considering that he was always a drunk, ugly brute, this was even good; I wouldn't want to keep such things in my memory). In short, life was improving, and I was beaten less often. In addition, I helped my lover choose victims so that he could eat when he turned into a werewolf. And I saw in quite a lot of detail what he did to his victims. I still remember two murders, and the third is more like a fact that it happened. Moreover, he attacked happily married women, and in his monstrous form, he did something bad to them right in their homes (I also skipped this, but for some reason, I knew about it, and I didn't care, just like I didn't care about the other events; apparently, I was very hurt by the fact that my beatings were ignored). Then he carried the beaten and scratched women to a cave, tore them apart, and ate them there. It's not very pleasant that I remember this, but fortunately, the scenes are gradually fading (when I just woke up, everything was more vivid in my memories). My husband's attitude towards me was becoming better, but he saw on TV in the local news that they were talking about the disappearance of women and that nothing was found in their homes except for the blood of the missing women. They also suggested that this was the work of some kind of monster, possibly a werewolf, and that he was likely being helped by someone local. That same day, in the shed, I happily approached him, hugged him, and said that I needed to go to the store for groceries. This psychopath began to understand and put things together (or maybe it was all in a drunken delirium), and instead of money for groceries, I got a slap and accusations that it was I who brought the werewolf, that I was cheating, and that it was all my fault, and he, poor thing, was fooled and couldn't understand why I was so good. Trying to defend myself from the blows, I tried to convince my alcoholic that he was wrong, but he was adamant and preferred to beat me to death. I was already ready to accept my fate, but the werewolf burst into the shed and brutally tore my tormentor to pieces (the memory of him tearing him apart is still fresh). Then I was ready to die at the hands of my lover, but instead, he took on human form and offered me to become a werewolf too, and for the local fools, we would simply be considered dead so that they wouldn't look for me. Of course, I agreed, after which I received a strong blow from a clawed paw so that my blood would also be in the shed, and I would be mistaken for one of the missing victims. That's basically when I woke up. It was a strange dream, though.
Added 12 hours 15 minutes ago
Well, here's another night when I didn't sleep well and had a strange dream. It was a horror story with an erotic undertone (I knew what was going on and who was involved, but without going into details, everything just played out). I was some kind of married woman (I had cool, long, curly black hair), living in a town (apparently, a small city). My husband was a few years older than me, and he was a cop, an alcoholic, and prone to constantly beating up people he didn't like (i.e., me). And it seems that I was given to him not out of great and pure love, but rather at the request of my parents. In general, there was nothing good about this family life. Moreover, everyone around knew what was happening to me, but since they had good relationships with my husband, they ignored my bruises and never asked how I was doing (and if they did ask, I had to pretend that everything was fine). Besides, my face was rarely bruised; mostly, the bruises were under my clothes, and no one saw them. I needed to go far from home to some big, good supermarket to buy groceries for the week (as I did every week). There, I accidentally met a cute guy who looked closer to my age than my husband. And we somehow clicked. Then it turned out that he was actually a werewolf and was going to eat me. But I wasn't against it; I was so tired of life that, even though I was a little scared, I was willing to die and explained to my new acquaintance why. In the end, he took pity on me, spared me, and instead, he kind of convinced me to have an affair. After that, I started seeing him as often as possible. At the same time, thanks to these dates, I became a very obedient wife, trying to please my inadequate husband in every way, just to leave the house more often. Fortunately, all the explicit scenes with my husband were also skipped (considering that he was always a drunk, ugly brute, this was even good; I wouldn't want to keep such things in my memory). In short, life was improving, and I was beaten less often. In addition, I helped my lover choose victims so that he could eat when he turned into a werewolf. And I saw in quite a lot of detail what he did to his victims. I still remember two murders, and the third is more like a fact that it happened. Moreover, he attacked happily married women, and in his monstrous form, he did something bad to them right in their homes (I also skipped this, but for some reason, I knew about it, and I didn't care, just like I didn't care about the other events; apparently, I was very hurt by the fact that my beatings were ignored). Then he carried the beaten and scratched women to a cave, tore them apart, and ate them there. It's not very pleasant that I remember this, but fortunately, the scenes are gradually fading (when I just woke up, everything was more vivid in my memories). My husband's attitude towards me was becoming better, but he saw on TV in the local news that they were talking about the disappearance of women and that nothing was found in their homes except for the blood of the missing women. They also suggested that this was the work of some kind of monster, possibly a werewolf, and that he was likely being helped by someone local. That same day, in the shed, I happily approached him, hugged him, and said that I needed to go to the store for groceries. This psychopath began to understand and put things together (or maybe it was all in a drunken delirium), and instead of money for groceries, I got a slap and accusations that it was I who brought the werewolf, that I was cheating, and that it was all my fault, and he, poor thing, was fooled and couldn't understand why I was so good. Trying to defend myself from the blows, I tried to convince my alcoholic that he was wrong, but he was adamant and preferred to beat me to death. I was already ready to accept my fate, but the werewolf burst into the shed and brutally tore my tormentor to pieces (the memory of him tearing him apart is still fresh). Then I was ready to die at the hands of my lover, but instead, he took on human form and offered me to become a werewolf too, and for the local fools, we would simply be considered dead so that they wouldn't look for me. Of course, I agreed, after which I received a strong blow from a clawed paw so that my blood would also be in the shed, and I would be mistaken for one of the missing victims. That's basically when I woke up. It was a strange dream, though.
