The ***** water shoild have served as a clue, otherwise we could have been making an iced tea commercial, the sky so clear, her boosum so full, and she was happy, genuinely happy to be with me.  We wondered why the hotel worker wasn't cleaning the pool, as he drove off in quite the hurry.  

Then, out of the corner of my eye I caught the orange, black and white contrasting stripes of a bengal tiger.  Just like that there are Six of them, sauntering down from the jungle to take a dip.  We just sat there watching them on the other side of the pool.  They didn't chase the hotel worker as he drove off in his jeep, hopefully to get help.  I figured, "Well, they aren't hungry."  

Each one took a turn getting in and out of the water, and then they approached, one from each side of the pool, two in the water, two stayed back at the other end of the pool.  They were sooooo big and strong looking.  I got into the water, she stayed in her lounge chair, petrified, frozen. The first tiger to reach us stopped by the wall just like a swimmer might, and waited for me to surface.  As soon as I did he looked into me and said, "you both look mighty tasty, too bad she divorced your ***!"  And then I woke up, actually wishing I could go back to that dream just to be 'with' her again.  

As I write this I notice two small punctures at the base of my *******, just like those a succubi might leave behind.  Reminds me of the time we were playing and I said, "If you make me bleed I'm outta here!"  She laughed at me and continued putting parts of my flesh between her teeth.  It's not fleas, it's been ice cold outside and the dog isn't scratching.  I convince myself it was a spider, shake out my bed and crawl back in.  You see, at this point, I know I will fair better with a spider and those tigers than I will my own reality.