Why I Hate Dreaming With a Passion
Published by AdoringKidBrother at 3:23 a.m.
I have never had a little notebook to rush to and write about my dreams while they were fresh. I’ve never tried to find out the meaning behind them. Actually, I hate my dreams with a passion. See, I’ve only ever had two types of dreams: s****l ones that always involved my big brother and nightmares.
You’d think I’d hate the nightmares more. What’s fun about waking up all sweaty and terrified after dreaming about your entire family finding out you’re lusting after your brother? I can’t even begin to tell you how many times that happened. Waking up was a temporary relief. The hell I was living in I felt unable to break free from.
The s*x dreams were tougher to handle. All my fantasies would unfold before my mi
