Yup. I finally dreamed it. I knew sooner or later I would.

In my defense, in the dream BM was trying to murder me. She had some crazy room set up like in the movie SAW where these blades would come put and the end result was basically you would get chopped into four pieces regardless of what you did to escape. A dead girl was already on the floor, neatly quartered.

In the dream, I knew I would die if I didn't get out. I knew that in order to get out, I had to outsmart her. Since the plan of this room was so diabolically perfect (as far as killing machines go) I knew I would really need to turn the tables on her, and get her to make a mistake.

At that point of the dream, I somehow morphed into a man. But I was still me. (these things happen in my dreams often)

So as my new man self, an idea occurred to me. BM was used to having the upper hand, and took joy from manipulating and torturing her victims. I knew that if I could turn the tides, and make HER the victim, I could escape. I had to get her so mentally off balance that she would make an error. So I decided that, despite REALLY not wanting to, I had to do something to totally undermine her power. So first I beat her mercilessly, and then I raped her. Why I didn't kill her I have no idea.

I managed to escape, but she was hot on our tails. DH and the skids and I were on the run. We moved and changed identities. We told the skids they could never contact her again or give up their identities or we would soon be dead because she would find us. She was always just one tiny step behind us. One skid slipped up, and DH and I fought because I wanted to leave them behind to fend for themselves rather than let their error get us all killed.

Thank god the alarm went off. Sometimes I worry I'm losing it.