A heist in the marshall's house, and he gets his revenge

Date: 4/11/2018

In an old west town where cowboys were no work of fiction the sun was slowly setting. I was a receptionist for the Marshall of the town, working in the same building he slept and lived in upstairs. I was just finishing up my work after sending some tea to him as he was settling down. Then two men dressed in black with black masks covering their eyes tiptoed through. I was stunned but they only nodded to me and walked past. Still in shock I stood there for a moment in the empty room before following them. I saw the Marshall on a couch paralysed with the mug of tea half empty by his side. He was old with grey hair, like Donald Sutherland from the hunger games, and wore white underalls, like a onesie, but plain, with buttons on the backside. I knelt to him trying to shake him awake, then found that I must have drugged him with the tea, and I had planned with the thieves to rob this old man. He stirred and he could open his eyes but he couldn't move. I started feeling naughtily curious and hesitantly started feeling his crotch over his clothes. It did get hard, which I didn't think would happen given his state. Now I was past my experiment and just felt lust, I straddled him, his eyes brimming with shock, anger, and desperation. I felt guilty, but not enough to stop. I found a sweet spot and grinded against him. It was more of a tease now than wanting to have sex. The two robbers didn't question much, they had their loot and simply said "come on" I left the Marshall there betrayed, used, and penniless as we fled into the night. Everything went dark and I woke up on the Marshall's couch, the tea still there, untouched. I looked down, seeing the white underalls and realized that I was the Marshall. I touched my crotch. Holy heck I really am the Marshall, I'm a guy. I felt groggy from the paralysis. As I got dressed I planned to catch those theives, and that bitch, even though I had just been her, to be on the receiving end of that I was fuming. I ventured out into the hot desert sun and looked around town. I was able to kill the two stealing bastards easily, shooting multiple holes into their bodies leaving one of them to die wimpering next to his lifeless friend. The girl was close but ran off. I put my gun back in its holster and started walking in that direction. I was still pissed how she used me like that, with such satisfaction knowing I couldn't do a damn thing. I found her close to my house where she worked I ran over to her grabbing her wrists hard. She was very apologetic and fearful of me now I could move. I bent her over a stable post, practically tearing her underwear away from her, I dropped my pants and thrust into her. She arched her back up in shock but I held her body to the post with my hand. I got my revenge and then some. A water trough for horses lapped water at our legs with each sway. I didn't come, I didn't want to, I gave a final thrust as deep as I could before pulling out, my cock throbbing, wet from her and my precum I pushed her down hard against the post for good measure and left her ashamed, used, and penniless.

AI generated interpretation This dream contains several disturbing and complex elements that may indicate underlying emotions and conflicts in your waking life. The dream starts with a heist in the marshal's house, symbolizing a violation of personal boundaries, trust, and security. The fact that you were a receptionist for the marshal in the dream suggests a sense of authority and responsibility in your waking life. The appearance of two masked men indicates a sense of danger and betrayal lurking around you. Your involvement in drugging the marshal and participating in the robbery represents feelings of guilt, manipulation, and taking advantage of someone vulnerable. The sexual aspect of the dream, where you engage in non-consensual behavior with the marshal, reflects feelings of powerlessness, shame, and violation of boundaries. The subsequent transformation into the marshal in the dream may suggest a desire to seek vengeance or assert control over a situation where you felt victimized or powerless. The act of killing the thieves and seeking revenge on the woman who used you may symbolize a need to regain a sense of power and justice in the face of betrayal and exploitation. Overall, this dream may be reflecting feelings of betrayal, powerlessness, guilt, and a desire for revenge in your waking life. It may be important to examine your relationships, emotions, and conflicts to address any underlying issues that may be causing distress or turmoil. Consider seeking support from a therapist or counselor to explore these feelings and work through any unresolved emotions or conflicts.