- Last night I had the strangest dream.
I dreamed I had a boyfriend, but sometimes (at night?) he would turn into a Golem --a stone/clay creature from Jewish mythology--and start crashing through Doorways in my house.
I would try to get there to Open the doors before he could crash through, but I was usually too late.
He was trying to get Outside.
Finally he would get to my front windows and would suddenly and elegantly *Leap* into the Night and run wild. At that point he was a Were-Creature---some kind of wolf that roamed the night alone.
Until my neighbors caught on--and started camping out to see what was running around the neighborhood.
They shined bright lights on him and took pictures.
Then someone hit him with a pickup truck.
I ran to the window to see---for some reason I could not leave my house. There was a pretty police woman comforting him as he lay dying. I told her to get lost as he was Mine to comfort.
He edged his way to the window of my house and lay his head on the sill. He was just a man--bleeding and broken. I stroked his face and told him that I had loved him perfectly and forever.
And as he died, I described to him the one thing we had never done together--I told him how it would feel to make love to him. I whispered the details sweetly in his ear. And then he was gone.
Anyone who can interpret this dream gets a cookie.
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