incredulous Again.

                     What did he text?

Something huh?

Would you read it to me again . . . I couldn’t have possibly heard you right.

Ohno, you heard me right.

                             He wrote  Aside from a fuck and murder dream, not to say that babies don’t have them, they’re not tabulae rasae, empty slates, I slept like a baby.

A fuck and murder dream? Sounds nightmarish.

A dream.

What do you mean dream?

He only dreams.

                   Can’t say I’ve ever heard him apply nightmare to any dreams he’s ever had. And he’s had doozies when I’ve pressed him to say what.

He’s given me nightmares.

                                  Only dreams.

Ask him.

About the fuck and murder dream?

Yeah.

         Ask him.

He’ll not text it.

Why?

Because he prefers to share details . exquisitely . during conversation or on a phone call and I really don’t feel like listening to them. You miss me saying he’s given me nightmares?

Have him call me. I wanna know.

                                     Or would that be too much an imposition?

You know, according to him, it never hurts to ask.

Ask. Text him my number.

Awright.

    There you go.

 

Oh shit!

What?

He’d be happy to share just not right now, he’s busy.  A little later.

 

 

his phone rang

                  Clara. Hello. What’s up?

Jesus. Just off the phone with Joe.

He called?

He said he would OhmyGod OhmyGod Ohmy God.

You going to say?

Yeah.  I’ll give you the CliffNotes, ya sittin’ down?

Sitting down? Really?

Ohshit really yeah.

Lemme sit down.

                   There.

Sex. Murder.

             Allison.  He learned her name from the dream while admitting she was a complete stranger to him, you remember names of strangers in your dreams?

No.

Me neither, her name’s Allison. He said she was an abundant honeyblonde and he isn’t usually attracted to blondes.

No he’s not.

Allison has a pistol, revolver, a long barreled one.

                                                     When they go to bed she insists he usesfucks her with the loaded gun his finger on the trigger.

What?

Fuckedup, yeah?

                  While she fingers herself he makes her fellated it and when she’s all wet he fucks her with it fucks her ass then tosses it beside her head when he digs in on her since she’s cum numerous times an crazyfucking sensitive.

Jesu . .

. . Wait! Wait.

                They’re in a motel. The door gets kicked open head of the bed on the wall beside it her exboyfriend comes raging in while theyre fucking . . . Allison’s on her back snatches up the revolver and as her ex leans down to grab her she jams it in his gullet fires blows his head off bone shards brain shower of blood drops the gun body topples away from the bed.  They keep fucking.

                                        Nightmare right?

Eventually police catch her.

She confesses.

Forensic confirms her story.

They have conjugal visits raucous fucking she grips prison bars as he takes her from behind.

   The description of her ex’s head blowing up was over the top graphic pulled no punches.

                                                                                                    Jesus.

You okay?

You didn’t sa . .

. . I said he said he slept like a baby . . . aside from a fuck murder dream.

7AMish,  Wednesday,  15  1. 25

1217,  Wednesday