I had a dream about Doug last night. I was parking my car on a tree-lined street in an expensive neighborhood, and while I was feeding the meter, I saw him and my co-worker having a fight in a car across the street. They were screaming at each other, and then he grabbed her, plopped her on his lap, and started violently fucking her. Her face was blank, like she was thinking, "just let it happen, just let him finish. It'll all be over soon."
In the dream, I felt a pang of jealousy -- the sex with Doug was always a lot of fun, but I never knew him to have a violent streak. Quite to the contrary; if I had asked him to choke or slap me while we fucked I'm sure he would have been alarmed.
I turned back to my parking meter and smashed it with my elbow. Shiny quarters spilled out onto the ground and I filled my pockets with them.
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