Bad Dreams

I don't normally have bad dreams, but I did last night.  So much so, that it woke me up.  I has vwwb having a pretty decent dream.  Involving me and an all male platoon of soldiers.  It wasn't all that great.  We were stranded and the CO told me to behave and the soldiers that I was off limits.  That pretty much meant they treated me like I didn't exist and it was painful.  It's one thing to be the last woman alive and still not be wanted by the men - but another not to be treated even as a human.

But, that wasn't the bad dream.

The bad dream came later after that dream led to me hooking up with the second in command.  His name was Bradley.  Anyways, there were two snakes fighting - a cobra and a coral.  I screamed at the snakes and my uncle, brother, and Bradley took care of them.  But, then, I was alone and a second coral snake approached me.  I screamed to warn my family and for help.  No one came.  Then my aunt showed up, grabbed the coral snake, and threw it at me.

Bradley, my brother, and uncle finally showed up.  I don't know what happened because I fainted in the dream.  I woke in real life and tried to tell myself it was a dream and to not think about snakes.  I wanted to return to the dream cause I knew copious amounts of sex would ensue with my own personal CO, Bradley.  But, dream would and real world, snakes loomed in my conscious bothering me.

In my dreams, I was comforted.  In reality, I wished I had someone to reassure me there were no snakes under my bed waiting to hiss at me.