Sex With Prostitute

Date: 3/20/2017

My dream started as all good dreams do, by being chased down a dirty city street by Mickey Rourke on a motorcycle. He was dressed in mad max style clothing and was swinging a large chain. I slip on some detritus on the ground and see the sparks of the chain scrapping off a wall just missing my head. I clumsily regain my footing and dart into the first door I can see away from the street. Once through the door I am greated by cold fluorescent light and some tinny music playing through unseen speakers. The static and quality made decerning the tune all but impossible. The room had odd posters which I can best describe as kitsch homophobic propaganda from the late 60s. Most depicting the dread "gay" is some comically over-the-top situation. I suddenly realize I entered a brothel. I sit down at the bar and order a drink. The woman beside me strikes up a conversation and I question her about Mr. Rourke patrolling outside. She doesn't seem to know anything about what I am talking about. She then stands up and I realize she is far taller than I am and that she is dressed in a white button up and pleated skirt. Now suddenly we are in a bedroom and she is on top of me. She sees that I am hard and places a condom on me. She is shaved, a little to thin and very strong. She grabs hold of me and guides me inside her. She begins to grind slowly at first and then holds me down and goes to work. I struggle somewhat out of a reflexive sense of guilt, though in the moment don't recall having a wife just the knowledge that what I was doing was wrong. That didn't stop me. I started to to force myself into her, my body working with her now. We began to slide against each other as out skin got wet. And it was at this point that Mickey Rourke kicks down the door with a baseball bat in hand. Screaming "BATTER UP BUTTERCUP!' That woke me up.