There was a loud knocking on the door when I woke up from the dream. It was odd to know subconsciously that you're in a dream but still not have much control over it. It was as if your soul was at home there without the physical barrier of flesh and blood; able to feel as it wanted and act as it pleased; no care or outside influence in the world holding it to it's limits. It was able to just be.
The loud knocking pulled me from my thoughts and it took me a few moments to remember what had happened. When I did I sat upright and scrambled off of the bed as the knocking grew in intensity, now accompanied by a Spanish woman's furious voice, "Derick! Open up, you Arsehole! What are you doing in there? Fucking another one of your whores? Huh? Let me in!" She shouted loudly on the other side of the door.
I looked down at the large lump beneath the sheets and huffed. Can't say I felt too bad about killing the cheating son-of-a-bitch anymore; you're welcome, Lady.