Visionneuse de Le Continent des hommes-poissons
Last night I had a series of dream about slimy men. Rather, their intentions were of the slimy, sleazy sort. In one dream I fell desperately in love with a man named Dennis; for the most part I didn’t remember our tryst until the very end at which point the drug he administered to me has worn off. I was happily oblivious until all at once I was lovelorn and miserable.
The next ne’er-do-well was a young man, a con-artist, who was attempting some sort of scam on a number of young women. It had to do with Amazon wish-lists. He almost had me fooled until my sister pulled me aside and revealed that she had it all figured out and this his jig was up. When we confronted him, he disappeared.
I woke up slightly panicked, thinking that I had been betrayed and abandoned.
As the AC is broken in my home, I have a feeling I am in for several evenings of nightmares. As temperatures are in the 90s, I suspect these next few weeks will be rather uncomfortable, both in waking hours and otherwise.