Evidently when I was in Greece there was a man I met on the beach who claimed he was in 1st Bn 14th Marines. I say that I know someone who was in that unit, a Bowen. This guy says he doesn’t know him, and his name is something Russian. I couldn’t spell it if I tried.
I come back from Greece and start to receive weird messages from my blog. Someone starts messaging my work phone, and it’s the Russian guy, claiming to be Bowen. I laugh at his claims and say that’s flattering but there’s no way he’s Bowen because 1) he’s a baby and Bowen has to be almost 50 now. And 2) why wouldn’t he just have admitted he was Bowen on the beach?
I blocked the Russian pretty quickly but he is persistent, finding other way to get ahold of me.
I start to get concerned, and start to talk to my parents and Renard about it. I go to show them the messages I receive to let them know how weird and serious it is and as I pick up my phone, there are hundreds of pictures in the messages from this Russian dude of me and him and another guy having an orgy while we were in Greece. I don’t remember any of this, and my mom sees the pictures. I start to panic because how can I explain what the fuck these pictures are? My dad says “whoa, I don’t want to see this” as I am rapidly flipping through these pictures trying to find the messages instead of a play by play of me doing very explicit things with men who aren’t Renard. In pictures that are black and white for some reason. Renard is waiting for me to hand the phone to him. He knows something is wrong and I am panicking at how to not show him. A part of me is trying to understand how this could have happened, because I don’t remember this at all. Another part of me thinks “ha, you finally got caught, and now you’ll lose Renard.”
There’s a another dream of multiple flies being in the house and me freaking out and killing them. The window had been left open.
I force myself to wake up and I have the nagging feeling that I have been lying to Renard about something.
