Progressive Nightmare?

She invades my dreams.
Standing in our bedroom.
"I guess one time
Wouldn't hurt anything."
She tells me as
She peels off her shirt and
Her large pendulous breasts
Swing out freely.
She undresses.
Then lays down
On our bed and
Opens herself for me,
Enticing me.
Old memories and emotions
And the pain of the past resurface,
Like salt rubbed into an open wound.
I'm not afraid to look at her now.
I wake up. Was it
Just a dream or
A progressive nightmare?