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I had a Walking Dead dream last night. The first I've had since I was in the nuthouse I think. Although back then it was probably a very bad idea to gorge on the boxsets alone in my room when I was already paranoid and terrified by my environment.
This one was rather yummy, involving Daryl.
Disturbingly yummy, as he was preparing to take advantage of a man who had betrayed them, been bitten but not yet turned. He figured he'd soon be an unperson, so why not? He reached across me to get the baby oil from my bedside table (no, I won't explain further) and then my stupid phone alarm went off because I had an early morning blood test.
Damnit!
No rape dream should be erotic of course.
And I would not sanction that behaviour in real life.
But somehow, in the dream, it was very masculine and sexy.
Sorry.
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