Talk:Nightmare/@comment-30537375-20160129074924

You're coming home tired as hell from work skipping dinner and head to sleep. Another dream of horror from work here you come.Strange enough while dreaming, you see this amazing woman instead of prisoners you interrogate. No screams of pain and terror just nearby birds and flowing sounds of water. And the dark and hopless room is replaced by a beautiful green medow by a river.

You two talk about your job and she seems quite concern about your mental health working there. After awhile of talking, she talks lead and "Good night" takes place. You wake up feeling great that the dream sex felt real and amazing. Coming home you slept again and see her and you two have sex night after night. It's good but why in a dream? Why not meet in real life? Every time you ask her she avoids the question. So forget sleeping tonight. You'll lay in bed doing some thinking about the woman.

You had you fill and head to bed and shut your eyes, calm yourself, and ponder about your previous dreams You did this for a few minutes and here gentle clopping sound coming into your room. You quickly get in sleeping position pretending to sleep with a hand under the pillow that holds a dagger, eyes shut.

"Oh why isn't my magic working?" Says a voice a but younger than the one in your dreams. Is she the one manipulating your dreams? "I hope I'm not too late." Too late for what? That dosn't sound good.

You quickly rolled off your bed with the dagger and get in a stance aginst your assailant. "I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT IN MY HOUSE BUT IF YOU PLAN ON KILLING ME, DO IT FAST BECAUSE IF YOU GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CAPTURE YOU, YOUR DEATH WILL BE SLOW! I AM AN INTERROGATOR!"

You look see that your attacker is a centaur with a cloak. She completely frozen by your words and surprise.

She gets on her knees hands up dropping her staff crying for her life, "Please don't kill me! I just wanted to you have a good night sleep everynight. I see you have trouble sleeping and sense something bad in your dreams." She pleas with tears running her face. You slightly lower you defences as she continues her story "I know you work as an interrogator and see what you do to make money to live by in your bad dreams. I'm the woman who made it go away.The one you have sex all the previous night til now. This is the real me. I wish i was confindent and gorgeous like her but I'm not! My love, and concern for you however is real like her's"

Poor girl is covering her face that does little to stop the crying by your bed. Your guard is compltely lowered now. What Do You Do?