I am cleaning the kitchen when you come in to confess something naughty - you have been having dreams about ME. Your own stepmother! I am completely taken aback and I react BIG. I have no idea what to think! I send you off to your room while I obsessively clean the kitchen, hundreds of thoughts just going through my head. Those thoughts eventually get a little...dirtier. I am totally ashamed of myself but I can t help but wonder if maybe... maybe my stepson is actually suffering from these dreams? Maybe the answer isn t a therapist... maybe the answer is that I should help to relieve you. Relieve you by... bringing your dreams to life. Isn t that what a good stepmother would do?
