Fly on the wall dream. I wish I didn't remember so much. Two things inspired it, I think—the arrest of the Golden State Killer, and a brief conversation I had last week in which hermaphrodites were mentioned.
Anyway, there was a married couple asleep in bed, when this man in a black mask broke into their house. They woke up to him pointing a gun at them, ordering them not to make noise or else. So they were quiet while he tied them up, hands over their heads and bound to the headboard. He gagged the wife, said women were always the screamers.
The robber rifles through the house a little, then came back to the bedroom. He started to position the wife like he was going to rape her. The husband pleaded with him, saying she was pregnant (early stages—she didn't look pregnant), but the robber ignored him. So all of a sudden the husband announces he's a hermaphrodite.
The robber stared at him, then says something like "What's that, you got both parts?" muffled through his mask. The husband says, leave her alone, take me instead.
The robber moves away from her, goes to the other side of the bed, says he just wants to look, he's never seen anybody with both parts before. The wife can't speak, but she starts shaking her head and making those noises you hear in movies, sort of moaning, weepy gibberish. The robber growls at her to shut up, and she does but still crying. I'm seeing all of this like a movie, I'm not really there watching this guy get raped in his wife's place, I'm just able to see every detail, from the freckles on his face to his wife's dark hair all matted with sweat, the precision of a poet and the empathy of a reporter writing up a little snippet in the paper, a footnote in the news. I don't ever want to dream it again.
