Insights from Id

Warning: this dream contains graphic sexual content. You have been warned.

I walk into a room and see a man tied to a padded table, like the ones used in massage parlors. When he sees me, he begins to beg for his life.
"Please let me go," he says. "I have a wife."
My clothing shimmers, then disappears. I move my face an inch from his and look deeply into his eyes, hypnotizing him. "By the time I am done, you will not remember your wife."
I reach over and stroke his partially erect member until it stands straight up, then I climb on top of him and ride my way to climax. As I sit on top of him, shuddering and writhing with my orgasm, I feel him climax right after me. His seed is good. I store it away so I can give myself a child later, when I am ready. I only take some of his life essence. I am not finished with him.
I stride toward the door, my clothes reappearing. "You will welcome death by the time I am done with you."
He says something that angers me. I do not remember what. I whirl around and half-run back to him. "You will wish you had not said that." I exclaimed. I untie him, grab him by the hair, and drag him off, but I wake before I can do anything.