The dreams are always the same. I’m either being chased by tigers or bears, or chased by some maniacal killer (usually Jason Voorhees from the Friday the 13th series.)
Or, I dream of living in a huge Victorian house with many floors that’s full of beautiful furniture, but the house has either a cellar or an attic that is processed by an evil presence. (….I don’t know what the evil is – it’s just there….) This recurring nightmare is the worst of them….it scares me to the bone, even now - at my age...(...because, YES, I still have them....)
Actually, eerily enough - my mom and I were talking months ago regarding this dream and she confessed that she has the same recurring nightmare of an evil presence in a big house……too weird…… (.....and what the H*LL do you think that means?)
When Jason finally catches up to me and is about to kill me, I ask him if he wants to have sex? I figure if I give him ‘a little’, then he won’t kill me. He doesn’t respond, but the next thing I know I’m having ‘wild crazy monkey sex’ with Jason Voorhees.
Really, people?.....SEX with Jason Voorhees? What is WRONG WITH ME?
I definately HAVE ISSUES! ......(........I'm just sayin'.................)
(Picture courtesy of the internet.)