lucidkara

I was moving out of parents house. For some reason I had a huge collection of bugs including spiders. I remember feeling to scared to look at the glass cages. I was in awe of the fact that they were still alive and that I had never few them. A spider or two jumped out at me and I became very nervous, itchy, and miserable. I decided to just leave the house how it was. I was in my car. I had had some sort of arranged marriage with some old wealthy man in bellevue. We were gonna meet at crossroads mall. He pulled his lexus suv next to my car. I waved but wasn't happy. Then I saw a huge car pill up on a freeway. It was very clear that people had died in it. Two cars were on their sides with no people in them.

Was driving up near my grandparents house. Allen was in the car. I ended up speeding past a cop and got really scared they would pull me over. for some reason I knew that if I got pulled over they would take me to jail. I races behind some buildings and sought refuge in what appeared to be a small strip mall complex. I waited for a while and allen was suddenly gone. I walked inside one pf the strip malls buildings. There were bushes covering the outside. When I walked in I quickly realized that it was a whore house. There were many rooms with beds and bathrooms. I was a little disgusted by it. Each room was assigned a guard to sit in the room and make sure the johns were fallowing the rules. Ew. I was informed that I was to become the madam of the whore house or they would tell the room cops that I was here. I hesitated but then decided it would be better to just be the madam then go to jail since madams didn't have to have sex with the johns. I had my first customer come in. He was the werewolf guy from true blood. I was shocked that an attractive guy would need to buy whores. I assigned the first room to him. I was being snoopy and decided to stand kind of close to the door to listen in on the conversation the guy and the whore were having. I could hear him explain that he got into an accident and they had to rebuild his "thing" so that's why it was all misshaped. I began to laugh quietly to myself at this. I now understood that there were two types of men who used whores; creepos that can't get any and normal guys who were hiding horrible disfigurements. I now found it fun to be a madam. I decided to stay and clean up the space a little bit. The walls were wooden to I tried to find paintings to hide to walls since I hate wooden walls.