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Maybe Ive been watching too many horror films. How else to explain the dream I had last night?

A warning to all who read further: this dream is rated NC 17. And then some.

I dreamed I was having a threesome with these two brothers I know. I have very little interaction with them in life. I know them marginally, havent ever thought the first thing about them sexual or not.

I started on the older brother. We kissed. I kissed his neck, his shoulder. He pushed the strap down on my dress. At that point, I had to go somewhere. The bathroom? I just remember a hall.

I started on the older brother. We kissed. I kissed his neck, his shoulder. He pushed the strap down on my dress. At that point, I had to go somewhere. The bathroom? I just remember a hall.

When I came back, the two brothers were kissing like lovers. There was a guy on the floor with a small camera. They were performing for him. It was some kind of Project. Great Female Escorts.

I knelt on the bed and started in on the other brother. He had glasses and looked vulnerabley out from under them. I found the look turned me on. I took off his glasses and kissed his face, ever conscious of the camera following my every move. I kissed his chest, smelled his hair. He reached his hand under the top of my dress and fondled my nipple. I lay on top of him as the other brother pulled up my skirt and slipped his hand under my thong. I felt his weight on top of me and my weight on top of his brother.

The next thing I knew I was going down on the second brother. All the while I kept thinking to myself, Its so thin. Its like spaghetti. Then the brother started pushing my mouth away from him. But my jaw was locked. I couldnt release. When I finally managed to open just a little bit, he pulled out. But his flesh was completely ravaged. It was as if a wild animal had attacked him. There was blood everywhere. And he started to cry.

Oh God! Let me get you an aspirin! I said, leaping off the bed. I went down the hall where there was a really busy upscale convenience store. I signaled to a sales woman who was on the phone that I needed some aspirin, but she was about to get off her shift and wasnt paying any attention to me. I tried to motion to the other people behind the counter, but everyone was busy with other customers. Finally after ten minutes, the woman remembered I was there and apologized.

I went back to the bedroom but instead ran into someone I knew, who told me I was in a magazine. There were pictures from the reality series I was in, which I knew to be different from whatever I was doing in the bedroom. There was a terrible shot of me leaning over and my breasts spilling out of another sundress. I kept thinking, Oh no. If this magazine finds out about The Project they will crucify me.

I woke up and wrote the dream down as quickly as I could in all its grizzly details. My jaw was actually killing me.

I have this desire to call the brothers, at least one of them, and see if theyre okay. But how do you say, Im sorry I shredded your penis. I hope its okay. And by the way can you please destroy that video?

Okay all you Freudians. Go to it. What do you see in my subconscious?