The Body's Betrayal

I was the daughter of Death and that I literally looked like Maria Cesarès. This dream sounds like it's inspired by Jean Cocteau's film as well as the Greek myth of Adonis I read last night. In the dream, I wanted to steal my father's powers of resurrection. This power could only be gained through having sex with Death. I somehow tricked him by making him forget I was his daughter so he'd unknowingly sleep with me. I did this because I was deeply in love and engaged/married to a mortal whose time I knew was coming soon and I wanted to save him so I could be with him forever. We lived in an old city, in an apartment next to a river. I had a brief argument with him, he was insecure and imagined that I preferred another man but he eventually calmed down. I remember lying in bed with him in the early morning, we were holding each other close. I was fully clothed as though ready to leave, ready to go off and sacrifice myself. I can't remember if my lover knew about my plan. I think he did but I lied about how I was going to save him. I remember trying to reassure him but instead I was frightened, afraid of the morning that was soon coming. Afraid of things going wrong, backfiring. But more than that, afraid of my love dying if I did nothing. So I left to do what I had to. I disguised myself so Father Death wouldn't recognise me. There was another chosen one, a man who was there, who somehow knew or could see who I was and he was appalled by it. Death paid his comments no mind, thinking he had gone mad. As I was stripping off my clothes, I took off my underwear and realised to my horror that I was bleeding. It was over, I knew Death would not sleep with me. It was a symbol of fertility and the only women who were allowed to sleep with Death and gain his powers were either pre-pubescent girls (which was my disguise) or post-menopausal women. Death saw my blood and was a little disappointed for me. I was trying to hide my shock, at how my own body betrayed me, even in my disguise.