Love with Jared Leto

I can’t remember this dream much but I was viewing it both as an audience watching a movie, and as the girl in it sometimes.

There is a girl (let’s just call her Dy), probably in her mid-20s that had that rocker look.  Short dark pixie cut, black boots, jean and black clothing with a lot of raunchy accessories.  She is cool.  She is sweet.  She is everyone’s alter-ego.  Her long-time boyfriend is well known throughout the town, a business man who is ambitious, charismatic and sits comfortable with the money he makes.  He has always given Dy a comfortable living and has bought her nice stuff throughout the years.  However, he wasn’t always as nice as his gifts.  He has been known to be emotionally abusive and recently has been aggressive towards Dy.  She knows it’s just a matter of time that he will become physically abusive, but mostly fears that he will snap and skip the abuse and go right for the kill.  She doesn’t know what to do, but to contemplate as she tries to find a new relationship at the same time so she can feel complete.

Dy meets a man, a guy that looks like (or is) Jared Leto.  They have worked together on some music, but nothing much more than that.  She has found him vulgar and a bit hygienically challenged.  Her red flag is that he seems quite aggressive in his pursuit for her.  Jared has asked her numerous times to go out with him, and when she said no, he’d come back and say something sexually disturbing just to get under her skin, and probably because of his hurt ego.  He was used to having women falling for him, but only a select few did he accept or go after, and thought she should feel privileged.

One rainy afternoon a few months later, Dy met with Jared at his condo to go over some lyrics and music sheets to a couple of songs.  His place was in a high-rise condominium, and had glass windows from floor to ceiling in his living room and bedroom.  He never put blinds or shades up as he said that would mess up the flow.  They both sat at his dining room table to go over the music.  A short time later, Dy looks at him without saying a word.  She spoke through her eyes.  She scoots out of her chair and hops into his lap still looking at him.  This gave him the clue that maybe she didn’t hate him after all, so he leans in with a hard passionate kiss.  She reciprocates.  She sighs a short relief.  She couldn’t believe she likes a guy so opposite from the man she was dating, but was very drawn to him, like beach sand is to the ocean.  She says to herself she cannot ignore this feeling about Jared especially that she never had it with anybody else.  It must be something!

“I didn’t like you at first,” she pleads to Jared, kissing him in between as she talks.  “Then I noticed I started to grow feelings for you . . . ,” smooch, “ . . .and I liked you ever since . . . ,” smooch again, “but was trying to do the right thing by ending my currently relationship first, but I can’t ignore this anymore – WE can’t ignore this anymore, right?”

Jared’s eyes swell up.  “Dy, I know what he does to you.  I would never treat you that way.  I loved you from the start, and I waited, and if I had to, would continue to wait until you saw that I was drawn to you too.  That’s why I was pursuing you so much, and I’m sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable or made you think I didn’t have respect for your relationship.  But Dy, he is not good for you!”

“I know.  You are!”

They both smile.  He hugs her and kisses her deeply.  There was a part of Dy she liked about Jared’s take charge attitude.  When they met eye-to-eye again, he starts to unzip his pants, slip them down just enough, pulls his penis through the opening of his boxer briefs and rests it again her pelvic bone under her flowing skirt.  She rubs herself against it and it slips it.  She holds Jared so tight.  They kiss each other so deeply yearning for each other’s touch for quite some time.  (Unfortunately, I don’t know the details of their love making but from where my dream started back up again it sure looked like it.)  They were in bed sleeping with arms and legs everywhere, and bed sheets under and over them.  

The morning light was starting to peer from the horizon.  Suddenly, Jared’s dad comes barreling through the door without knocking first.  He has done this in the past before Jared has said to Dy in previous conversations.  He is staggering left and right drunk, hitting the wall on one side, the couch on the other coming towards his son’s bedroom where Jared and Dy are sleeping.  He grabs his son’s leg and drags him out of bed and across the floor and onto the balcony.  Jared doesn’t wake up until he is on the balcony.  He gets up confused of his whereabouts and as he stands to stabilize himself, his father expressively waves his arms in the air to give Jared a hug and accidentally knocks Jared easily from his already unstable footing sending him over the balcony.  Jared’s father looks around for his son as he was talking and notices he isn’t there anymore, but he doesn’t comprehend what just happened; he thinks his son just left the room like he’s done on multiple occasions when his father came to his house.

Dy opens her eyes and notices a man about to leave the condo.  She is startled by it, but soon realizes that it is probably Jared’s dad.  She turns to the bedside where Jared was sleeping, but finds him not there.  “Jared?”  Dy’s voice rings through the place.  “Did you see Jared,” she asks his father?

“Uh, yef I have.  He was outside wiff me and disappeared.  Poof, gone!”  He laughs.

Something didn’t seem right to Dy.  She notices the balcony sliding glass door is open.  She races out to the balcony, gets to the edge, and looks down.  She finds Jared’s lifeless body several stories down on a stores metal roof.  His blue eyes were open, his dark hair disheveled, and blood was just under his head.  He was surely dead.  Dy began to cry hysterically, but soon became furious.  His father was about to leave opening the door when she calls out to him.  “You!!!  Don’t you go anywhere!  You did this.  Your son is dead!!  My Jared is dead because of you!  I will see to it that you will never harm anyone or any family member ever again.”  She took this rage and used it to fight a battle against any domestic violence, benevolently or malevolently caused.  She did this to requite her of her past relationship and the one she shared now with Jared.  She gave herself to him, just to lose him in the same day.  It was very hard on her, I’m sure.