My Dreams About a New Man

When i was seven, my mother remarried to my then stepfather. The three of us moved into his childhood home in rural northeast Massachusetts. He was a fire fighter and often worked overnight shifts. I liked those nights because it was just me and my mam. We would watch movies and stay up late on the week nights when my stepfather worked his overnight shifts. On this particular night, i was sleeping in my own bed, and in my dream, i was down in the basement looking for something. It was something stupid, like a toy. Suddenly i hear my name, but i hear something pretty much suggesting to me that it's a ry good idea that i had