Perfectly, totally normal to dream about being a teenage girl in the 17th century frontier wildness, a girl from a sheltered religious family, and I fall in love with a charismatic, psychopathic girl from the local orphanage and help her murder the man she's being prostituted out to. She and I have incredible, frantic sex, but then, after the killing, it turns out that the giant French fur trapper mountain man we just murdered and robbed is actually some kind of Appalachian cannibal ghost spirit wearing the skin of a man and it's mad at us so we are chased through a haunted landscape of wilderness and broken loghewn buildings where pale naked white men with green glowing eyes and white teeth gnaw on all the trees and we finally escape and she agrees to walk me home through the woods. I'm so scared that my parents are going to be mad, but when we get in sight of my homestead she turns, kisses me, and stabs me in the stomach, saying "when you wake up, tell them this was about revenge."

Rabbit, rabbit, May.