p.s. i'm sure all your minds are blown knowing that i was a religious studies major. WHATEVER.
shitler and i are living in some sort of frank llyod wright-esque house and have not a care in the world. until our relationship makes a left-hand turn down tumultuous lane. as in - shitler starts beating the ever-living shit out of me. and in my dream, no matter who i tell, no one will believe me. and it's frustrating because i'm no j.lo a la "enough" because i'm just too lazy for that and mainly i just want to stop getting hit. so i finally manage to muster up the courage/energy to leave and i'm frantically packing my shit into my fancy jaguar and praying for a clean get-a-way because shitler is off being a carwash mogul, when instead he SURPRISE comes home in the middle of the business day. now seeing what i'm up to he's clearly not happy and immediately thwarts my efforts to leave. my dream ends with him whispering in my ear in a very menacing tone "i'll never let you leave me" and then he forces me to *cough* service him *cough.cough.*