Dream: Threesome for Four
I am in an old house, set far back from the road. The lights are off, but there are no curtains over the windows so the messy room is lit by the late night/early morning street, shading everything blue. All the furniture is old and/or broken, like it has been salvaged. There is a coffee table and a sofa with a ghostly white sheet over it. A dusty armchair, near-dead but proud. This is my place, but I've not been here long and I feel as though I have acquired it; like it was empty for six months and I've just moved myself in.
I am looking around when two men enter the front room. I step back and they are looking around the place, arguing with each other.
There is a woman in grey curled up like a snail shell on the floor. I can't see her face. She has offered to have sex with the two men. One of them is keen on sharing her, but the other wants to be alone for the experience and he seems perturbed further by my presence. I withdraw, but I'm not leaving, because it's my house.
The first man turns to me and asks if I want to film the three of them.
"Sure," I say. "I'm up for that." I take a small camcorder from him.
This arouses the interest of the second man.
The curled-up woman stretches her limbs and gets ready.
I am in an old house, set far back from the road. The lights are off, but there are no curtains over the windows so the messy room is lit by the late night/early morning street, shading everything blue. All the furniture is old and/or broken, like it has been salvaged. There is a coffee table and a sofa with a ghostly white sheet over it. A dusty armchair, near-dead but proud. This is my place, but I've not been here long and I feel as though I have acquired it; like it was empty for six months and I've just moved myself in.
I am looking around when two men enter the front room. I step back and they are looking around the place, arguing with each other.
There is a woman in grey curled up like a snail shell on the floor. I can't see her face. She has offered to have sex with the two men. One of them is keen on sharing her, but the other wants to be alone for the experience and he seems perturbed further by my presence. I withdraw, but I'm not leaving, because it's my house.
The first man turns to me and asks if I want to film the three of them.
"Sure," I say. "I'm up for that." I take a small camcorder from him.
This arouses the interest of the second man.
The curled-up woman stretches her limbs and gets ready.