Dream
The other morning, I had a second dream about people trying to enter my home without my permission. The first one I was screaming like a banshee, ready for a fight. The second one a woman with long dark hair let herself in and I was more than ready to fight. I grabbed her by her hair and slammed her face into a wall, threw her back against the door jam and slammed her face back into the wall. I was pissed. I was growling, spitting, screaming at her and she was terrified. She picked the wrong apartment to bust into. It was quite satisfying to beat the crap out of her.
I was telling my worst half about the second dream. He looks at me rather puzzled and asked, "Where was I? What was I doing?" My jaw almost dropped. I almost laughed and I replied, "You were right where you always are, laying in bed. As for what you were doing, you were doing exactly what you always do, absolutely nothing." He looks sad for a second then mutters "well that's not fair".
I can't with this guy. I just can't
