In my dreams, Eminem has me pinned against a wall. He's doing something to me. I don't what that is, but it feels good. Very good. In this dream I don't feel scared. I don't feel fear. Just calmness. I can't see Slim Shady under the hood, but I know he's smiling. He's enjoying it because I like it and he knows I like it. In fact my entire body is vibrating with an ecstatic feeling of pleasure. Something runs down my legs and they shake, and a wet sounds fill...the tunnel, we're in a tunnel. Wet sounds. Shwck shwck swck and ♥♥♥♥♥ Christ I'm awake and I'm aware of the mess in my pants, but there's nothing ♥♥♥♥♥♥ about the whole ordeal. It feels more like an appreciation.

This experience has changed the way that I view dreams. Yes, they represent our fears. But sometimes they represent our desires.