Rambo Whore

I was in some sort of an army and was a programmed human with a special mission to go undercover so I could catch and destroy this evil black energy alien thing that manifested in specific human beings. So I was in this truck following a lead of where the human might be and came to a gate for a college dorm facility that housed mostly regular army guys. I guess I was in some really high up there division because even though my cover involved me being dressed up as a whore… they somehow recognized me as there superior and answered me quickly with a salute when I asked them where the couple that just ran in here went. I may have flashed some kind of identification marker or something. I found the room they were trying to hide in. It was in the very back on the side of the building that faced a very big sea so I ran to the room and a good looking big guy with a kind face came out dragging his struggling wife with a look and feel of pain permeating off of them. The wife was small, far too skinny and reminded me a bit of my mom for some reason. She looked possessed kind of like that king on Lord of the Rings was only without all the over long grey hair. Black on her fingernails, black bags under the eyes, and thick black smoke almost like a liquid like the blob or something was oozing from her. She was in hysterics and all he could do was hold her. Some of her humanity was clearly still showing through her unable to fight the monster within her pleaded for help.

My Intel told me the human would be dead inside and my orders were to kill it in any way possible. But I saw they needed help and asked the husband what they were doing while it still dormant in her before it came out like this. He said he gave her a hug and they were talking nicely. I then went up to her and punched her hard in the face. The black thing transferred to him temporarily then eased back into its favorite host. I told them to follow me and we went back to my truck. I drove them to a special place that somehow could possibly help and that I somehow I knew all of a sudden the place would be safe. It was in the middle of the suburbs where all the little houses look exactly the same. Little boxes all in a row. I pulled over and let them get out of the truck. I say let them out because my truck was a specially designed truck for this mission. All the doors could only be opened by me or my superior, and the back was totally pimped out for the perfect whore room, complete with all equipment and other things necessary to be a whore, as well as special hidden and locked compartments with guns, explosive and other stuff like that.

They went into one of the houses on the block that belonged to some strange doctor who took samples of various tissues of the woman to find out what it was that she had that was so different from others that made her the favorite host of this creature thing. Meanwhile I was outside in the back of my truck watching the perimeter of the place when this small group of old ladies rounded the corner and were walking towards the house I was parked in front of. They had a look on their faces that asked what the hell I was doing there. Well, I was wearing a simple stretchy black well form fitting dress with nothing but fishnets under and whore heal boots. The fishnets were control tops with a hole in the crotch cause apparently that was how a whore dressed in my silly dream. Then I realized I was still under cover so I got out of the truck and stood there with a come hither look and started to seduce the old ladies. One said to me that I was the best looking man whore they had ever seen, a real actor. I said "Hey! I'm female. I was born this way, 100% woman, see." And I pulled up my dress to show them. They said, "Oh that's good so what can you do for us? Would you be better than our husbands?" I said "Do you have a $50?" We had a very strange L Word moment. Then the possessed woman came outside and yelled that I am her whore and no one else's. I hit her again and she calmed down. The doctor came out with some sort of ray gun and shot her with it. The black blob thing came out, the husband caught her, I caught the smoky blob in a jar and I woke up.

I thought about what this dream could mean when I woke up then told my hubby about it. He said I watch too much TV because the dream was a mix of L Word, Torchwood, and Family Guy. I thought that was funny and agreed with him. I watch too much TV. Not one of my best nights, I had worse dreams before and after this one.