The Girl

When I tell people that I dream that I am in someone else's place, that I am some person other than myself, they tell me it is strange.  I believe that many others than just myself experience this, but this happens to me quite often.  In the dream I am about to share, I am me, but a much more naive, virginal version of myself.

I am the same age as I am now, just weak and dependent fully upon Dustin Goodnight.  I have very little experience with any men.  I am almost like a child.  Dustin is a skewed version of the real one.  Manipulative and cruel.  He knows that I hang on his every word and takes advantage of that.  The scene begins with us sitting on a bed, me cuddles against him, my head resting in the crook of his neck, adoring every word that he says to me.
"Tell me a story please." I tell him.
"Yea, you want to hear a story?" he responds in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"Please."
You can practically see the stars in my eyes, and the cruelty in his smile.

This is the picture he paints in my head:
There is a girl who has never in her life seen a man.  Her father finds her a loving husband.  (And I am imagining myself as the girl and Dustin as the husband.) They are wed almost immediately and she is terrified.T he loving husband kisses her and reassures her that she has nothing to fear.  They say goodbye to the father and go to their new home: a cabin in the woods.  Their life begins and he is so cruel to her.

Within the first week, he gets drunk, and pulls out his gun.  The girl is screaming and screaming, but he will not  stop advancing on her.  He shoots her square in the head and there is blood everywhere, but she is not dead. She is merely paralyzed.
"Still alive, eh?  Well, not for long, my beauty."
He carries her, leaving a trail of blood behind, and slumps her into an oven. Turning the heat on, he essentially cooks her to death.

The image snaps back to me sitting on the bed.  I am alone and shaking.  I can't stop screaming.  Dustin comes to the door trying to comfort me, and I know that it is not the dream Dustin who is cruel, but the real, kind, loving and caring Dustin, but I refuse to accept him because I am still dream Callie.  I push him out the of way and sprint into a living room where Farrah Julin, Liz Campbell, and Yvette Rivera are all laying on their stomachs watching television.  I throw myself between Farrah and Liz and commence to sobbing.  They glare at Dustin (who is now back to dream Dustin) who nonchalantly flicks a cigarette ash and says:
"What?  It was just a spider."

Then I woke up.