It's hard to relate to rape, sometimes.
I just woke up from a dream in which I was raped.
I was at some weird conference, listening to a speaker. I was with an audience of about 100 people, most of them older people or children. The lecture had something to do with education, but it was a fun type thing too. I was just "sitting in" for fun because I was in the area. I started talking to an older woman (70s?). She seemed really nice and was wearing very pretty jewelery. We were being a bit noisy in our conversation, so we left our seats, moved to the side of block of listeners, sat on the ground and began talking there. Eventually, she pulled me closer as if to whisper something into my ear, but licked it sexually. Quite in shock, I told her that I had to go study and left. I was on my way to the car, thinking I'd drive to Amore's (in Rochester) to study. It was dark and my car was in a parking lot. The parking lot was about half full with cars and there were very shady looking kids (about my age, maybe a year or two younger) walking, or riding around on bikes. Definitely looked like some kind of street gang. Anyway, I was trying to walk confidently to my car, but as soon as I got there, a trio of them approached me. One of them grabbed me by my colar and punched me hard across the face without warning. I tried to fight back, but didn't stand a chance against all 3. Then, as they were beating me, the "leader" asked me, "you're gay right? Well then you're gona like it when you suck my balls." Just as he was unzipping his pants, I woke up.
I have never had a dream that terrifying or vivid in my entire life. My heart was pounding; I was sweating and gasping for breath. Rape feels a little too easy to relate to after that.
I was at some weird conference, listening to a speaker. I was with an audience of about 100 people, most of them older people or children. The lecture had something to do with education, but it was a fun type thing too. I was just "sitting in" for fun because I was in the area. I started talking to an older woman (70s?). She seemed really nice and was wearing very pretty jewelery. We were being a bit noisy in our conversation, so we left our seats, moved to the side of block of listeners, sat on the ground and began talking there. Eventually, she pulled me closer as if to whisper something into my ear, but licked it sexually. Quite in shock, I told her that I had to go study and left. I was on my way to the car, thinking I'd drive to Amore's (in Rochester) to study. It was dark and my car was in a parking lot. The parking lot was about half full with cars and there were very shady looking kids (about my age, maybe a year or two younger) walking, or riding around on bikes. Definitely looked like some kind of street gang. Anyway, I was trying to walk confidently to my car, but as soon as I got there, a trio of them approached me. One of them grabbed me by my colar and punched me hard across the face without warning. I tried to fight back, but didn't stand a chance against all 3. Then, as they were beating me, the "leader" asked me, "you're gay right? Well then you're gona like it when you suck my balls." Just as he was unzipping his pants, I woke up.
I have never had a dream that terrifying or vivid in my entire life. My heart was pounding; I was sweating and gasping for breath. Rape feels a little too easy to relate to after that.