I dream about my oneitis a couple of times a year. These are usually romantic dreams, we are happy, kissing, holding hands, making love, etc.
She appeared once again yesterday. But this time it was different. I was all alone on the top of a mountain. Suddenly, she arrived with a smile on her face. She kissed me, which felt fucking good, but then some kind of a rage took over me and I pushed her off of the cliff. She died, and it felt so good, no remorse.
Strange, because if I saw her in real life, I would still pass out because of the excitement.
She appeared once again yesterday. But this time it was different. I was all alone on the top of a mountain. Suddenly, she arrived with a smile on her face. She kissed me, which felt fucking good, but then some kind of a rage took over me and I pushed her off of the cliff. She died, and it felt so good, no remorse.
Strange, because if I saw her in real life, I would still pass out because of the excitement.
