For the first time, I talked to the man.

Followed him. Went with him. And then... the drugging, the beatings, the strange markings, the two girls - I recognize them, occasionally one of them was waiting for him when he left, and they've shown up in another recurring dream as bit players - the time in the bathroom, the bondage, the children, the man with the knife who tried to hurt me (the one I followed killed him for it)...

It was intense. Ten hours of dreams - I know I dreamed through the whole ten hours, I kept waking up between scenes, watching the time pass on the cell phone or seeing the light fading from beneath the window blinds, I slept for ten hours and I'd swear blind I dreamed for all of it. I feel exhausted. Bruised. My mouth is dry, my body trembling. My cunt feels like I've had some of the roughest sex I've had in years. My eyes are still a bit red, I can tell that I cried at least once. I...

...have no idea how to even completely describe this dream. I won't even try - this was close enough, enough detail, too many of my more private perversions were touched on for me to go into more detail. It is enough, I think, to say that this is one of those dreams that leaves me either wanting to curl up in a little ball and cry... or masturbate, over and over. Intense.

No, I don't want to talk about it or anything like that. I'm just writing it down to help it leave my head. *shrug* And I can't help hoping that I dream it again. I've waited years for that fucking recurring dream to go further. Now that it has, it's gone places I couldn't even have imagined, didn't dare hope for, was afraid of.

Gods, but it was FUN.