I am sitting in a room with a large group of other people. There is a small child, barely 2 yrs of age, sitting on her mother's lap. The mother is talking to someone else, holding the child but ignoring her. The child is staring at me and I lean forward to look more closely at her grey-green eyes. Without blinking she says, "I am a sexual terrorist."

I was not aware but Marianne Faithful has a song called Sexual Terrorist. The lyrics are below, not that they gave me any clarity on what the heck this dream means.


(barry reynolds, marianne faithfull)

What does a woman need from a man?
Notches on her belt?
But any way to understand
What isn't known but only felt

Well it's a strange world we're living in
Sometimes it feels like a war
Well it's a strange world, not giving in
Who are we doing it for?
Who are we doing it for?

Why take it lying down?
Who told you life was fair?
Just leave yourself in the lost and found
It doesn't matter where

But it's a strange world and it's alright
Sometimes it feels like a war
Well it's a strange world but not tonight
Who are we doing it for?
Who are we doing it for?

Sexual terrorist
Sometimes I feel like the enemy
Sexual terrorist
Who do you pretend to be doing it for
Doing it for?

What does a woman need from a man?
Notches on her belt?
But any way to understand
What isn't known but only felt

Well it's a strange world we're living in
Sometimes it feels like a war
No change there, not giving in
Who are we doing it for?
Who are we doing it for?
Who are we doing it for?

Oh sexual terrorist
Sometimes I feel like the enemy
Sexual terrorist
Sometimes I feel like the enemy

Sexual terrorist
Sometimes I feel like the enemy
Sexual terrorist
Sometimes I feel like the enemy

Oh sexual terrorist
Who are we doing it for?
Sexual terrorist
Who are we doing it for?

Sexual terrorist
Who are we doing it for?
Sexual terrorist
Who are we doing it for?