Tequila and I were dreaming together and for the first time in a week we were having a sort of nightmare. Up until now we had been pretty strong and passionate but today had just been hectic with all kinds of work at the pub for both of us and were actually getting alarms on the Silver Shields front too. I was in the war room all day and Tequila covered the pub. We collapsed exhausted into bed where each night up to tonight we had made sweet love to stave off the nightmares. We were too tired and I fell almost instantly asleep and that meant so did Tequila. The spell that joined our dreams had that side effect. If one of us fell asleep the other did too which had actually led to a couple of embarrassing moments.
As we passed into the dream world, I realized that we were in for a bumpy ride this evening. The scenery was wrong in the sense that it was all reddish tinted and it looked very similar to the Blood Dreams that had started all this other than there was actually leaves on the trees and grass on the ground but it was all oozing blood. I looked over at Tequila’s dream self and she was dressed in a wedding gown. I oddly enough was in a tuxedo with a top hat. I reached out and took her hand and she smiled. The one thing we had been able to do was talk but for some reason both of us discovered that this time we were mute and try as we might no sound came out. That’s when things took a very nasty turn.
From behind one of the trees, my first wife walked out and she too was wearing a wedding dress. It was not the one she was wearing when we got married but something far more “slut meets bride”. She smiled wickedly opening her mouth slightly to reveal her fangs. I wanted to reach for my BFG but it wasn’t in the dream. My first wife approached us walking like a two dollar whore.
“Well, finally you are weak enough to talk to.” She said, “and you have brought your mistress. That is good.”
I couldn’t retort but her calling Tequila my mistress made me angry. I tried to release Tequila’s hand to slap my first wife but Tequila gripped me tightly so I couldn’t let go. Instead I simply stewed and waited to wake up. Tequila was right, we needed to stay connected for strength.
“Hmmm. She does have more bumper than me I will give you that. Headlights have higher beams too. Well looks like I have been traded in for a younger, bustier and curvier model. It is really sad that this is all about sex, I could please you now in ways you couldn’t imagine but you have decided to go with someone else. I feel very sad about this.”
I looked at her face and there were indeed tears running down it but they were blood-red. I also found it hard to believe they were tears of sorrow with her mouth in a grin. No, she wasn’t sad at all but trying to anger me.
“Well, maybe when were back together my love, she can be our toy. I always wondered if I had it in me to be a girl with a taste for girls.”
That was very unlike my first wife. She was very heterosexual and the thought of kissing another girl once had made her almost vomit. This creature was not my first wife anymore. There must be something left though for her to pull off this invasion of dreams. What exactly was it? Lust, Greed, Desire? Then it hit me. No, evil requires a kernel of good on which to feed. There must actually be a kernel of genuine love in the middle of this hateful and evil woman for me. She would have to be guarding it very carefully or Mr. Lies would kill her himself. How to exploit it without revealing it would be a great challenge.
I smiled warmly at her. She frowned in return. I then shook my head and she hissed at me. I made motion to laugh but nothing came out. Tequila looked at me like I had lost my mind but in a few moments the realization hit her too. She started to make the motions of laughter but no sound was produced. It actually started to become a truly humorous pantomime of us looking like we were laughing hysterically but they was no sound, it became really funny and I didn’t have to act about laughing any more, I really was laughing but silently. My first wife became livid and charged both of us with claws out. She got only a foot away when Tequila and I both woke up in our bed laughing loudly. We kept laughing until a security guard checked on us but that wasn’t till after tears were running down both our faces.
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