FUN-lucky

I didn't get much, if any, sleep last night, despite a heavy dose of Ambien, administered by everyone's favorite little nurse.
I guess last night was "let's see who can scream the loudest" night at Arkham.
What I do remember of a dream I briefly had is skint, at best.
But I'll try and dress it up for you.

I was standing atop the Gotham Mutual building, staring out over The Palisades, wondering what would be the best way to take out Gotham's favorite playboy.
That snooty highbrow, Wayne, wouldn't know a good time if it shot him in the face.
Batman, though....now he's a challenge.
So I began to ponder on whether or not to blow up Wayne Manor, but decided against it, knowing full well that I wouldn't even get the credit.
I mean, the first time someone destroyed his house, the press said it was his fault. That he got drunk and burned the place down.
I didn't want to take that chance.
So I waited there, hoping for an idea to come to me.

That's basically the whole dream.
Me waiting and thinking.

I hate boring dreams.

-Mr. J

Awkward "Reality"?

I'm still not sure if this is, in fact, a dream.

Last night, at around 12:30, Nurse Cutie Pie happened into my room.
I felt unable to sleep, as usual, and was very surprised to be on the receiving end of an unscheduled visit.
She locked the door behind her and walked toward me.
I asked her if anyone had seen her, and she told me "no".
Without any other words exchanged between the two of us, she stood facing me and put her hand down the front of my pants.
As she stroked me, she said "I don't want you to love me. I don't want to be your girlfriend. Now get on the bed".
As I sat on the edge of the bed, ready yet confused, she reached under her skirt and removed her panties.
She walked to the bed, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and straddled me.
She eased me inside her, watching my eyes.
With the tip of her tongue, she traced the scar on the right side of my face, following it to my mouth.
As we kissed, she bit my lips and played with my tongue.
Our breathing deepened as our pace quickened.
She leaned backward and placed her hands on my thighs.
As she rode me, she tipped her head back, breathing more and more heavily.
Without warning, she wrapped her left hand around my throat and began squeezing...choking me.
And I liked it.
I heard her begin to moan, and felt her body tighten up.
She forced herself toward me and kissed me hard as she came, squeezing my neck tightly.

I blacked out, and when I came to, my pants were pulled up and I was under the covers.

I'm in a weird place right now.

-Mr. J

Ratman

I had a very strange dream last night in which I was bitten on the face by a giant rat.
It was glowing green, and had giant red eyes.
He almost looked like Christmas.
I felt my skin bubbling, and thought it might be bubonic plague, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I was turning into a rat.
My face became covered in fur, my nose had elongated, and I grew whiskers.
I went from street corner to street corner, biting people and turning them into rats as well, in some sort of vampire chain of events.

I think I probably had this dream because of the dead rat that's under the bed in this room.
It's half-decayed and has a paper ribbon around its neck that says "Mr. Squishy".

Awkward situation.

-Mr. J