I'm standing in some kind of warehouse-like room, mostly dark but with light streaming in places, enough to be able to see.
Along one wall is some large machinery, old, with coils and gears, handles and grease residue. It seems non-functional or just off. To one side there is a set of open double doors leading outside into an alley or hallway. Most of the floor, except for a crude walkway surrounding its perimeter, is a lake or pool filled with dirty water. Jutting out from the walkway in front of the doors is a piece of floor that is out over the water like a pier. On top of this is a wrought iron park bench.
Now enter the people. I see a brunette girl, who I don't know in real life, but I recognize as a friend in the dream. She is with her boyfriend, who is a scruffy, intimidating figure. One could say he could be the head of the hoods from any high school in terms of looks, but older.
The two are on the opposite side of the room from me and I can see they are having a disagreement. He begins pushing her around and she keeps shoving him away. He grabs her arm and she pulls away, back and forth, all the while moving toward the doors or pier area.
I am concerned for my friend and move in to break it up. I want to tell him to lay off and leave her alone, to pick on somebody his own size. This is a bold thing for me to do, since I'm way smaller than this guy. He stops suddenly, looks at me as if he has read my thoughts, and swaggers toward me. I want to stand my ground, but I find myself turning my back to him and try to walk away. I'm suddenly afraid of him.
Unfortunately, what I fear comes true as he grabs me by the arm, whirls me around and tells me I'm "in for it now". I try to escape by diving into the pool of water (yuck), but he dives in after me. He chases me around a little bit, but catches me easily, pulls me out of the water, and drags me kicking and screaming to the park bench. The next thing I know, he has pinned me down on the bench, is hovering over top of me, and whisks off both our clothes in seconds flat.
I am stricken with fear and loathing as he forces himself on me repeatedly and I protest all the way, saying "NO!" and pleading with him to stop. But he doesn't.
I can actually feel it each time he violates me, and he grins with grim satisfaction with the completion of each act. In all, this went on about 5 times. The girlfriend was around somewhere, unseen, and unwilling to interrupt or help me. I felt like she was avoiding him due to her own similar experiences with him, and fear kept her paralized.
Finally he felt he was done with me. I was so exhausted, humiliated and filled with rage.
Then comes the weird part.
I'm completely shaken while I try to pull myself together and pull on my clothes, when he slinks back up to me, grinning from ear to ear. I stare at him with disdain while he proceeds to tell me that of the 5 times we did it, he impregnated me 4 times, which meant I was carrying 4 babies. Alarmed and devastated, I get up to leave. He starts to laugh and then cracks me across the back with a rod or a cane.
He tells me I'll never get away but I make a break for the doors. I hear him let out an evil-sounding giggle as I run through the doors into what turns out to be an alley. There is a car with a familiar-looking middle-aged woman in a navy blue suit driving. She has a kind face, fair skin and light auburn hair. I recognize her only as a teacher I once knew and she beckons me to get into the car. I do and she reveals that my rapist is a former student of hers. We drive for a bit, then the scene changes.
I am running along a street, dripping wet, trying to find a hiding place. I pass an oriental woman standing in front of the doorway to a shack. She's dressed in very bright colors of turquoise and green, and has a wooden ruler in her hand.
Her arms are crossed. I think this very odd, and then, for whatever reason, I realize she is associated to my rapist and I am afraid of her. I don't want to be recognized. She spots me immediately and casually says, "you better come in now, it's time for your Chinese torture.” My heart seems to skip a beat with fear as I run like hell to get away from her. She just smiles and watches me scamper away.
Suddenly I find myself inside a cramped stone cave with tight walls made up of jutting, but smoothly rounded, gray stones. I feel like I'm in a crevasse of sorts, with no bottom in sight and barely enough room to move.
Escape from the rapist is still on my mind as I think this may be a good place to hide if I'm very quiet and don't move. Oddly, there is a handsome man in his 20's there in front of me, leading the way through the cave. He is somehow on the run, too, oddly enough from the same person, but for a different reason.
He assures me he will try to help me if we stay together. He leads me to an opening that leads outside into a sunlit yard of grass bordered by a concrete sidewalk followed by a paved road and a suburb.
His jeans are laying across a ring of smoking coals as if to dry. I tell him, "I think your pants are dry, they are starting to smoke". He says thanks and grabs the jeans. I tell him, "You better put out your fire. They might find us." He says he didn't light the fire. I start to hear faint voices and footsteps. I gasp and tell the man, "They know we're here!". But, before we can get up to run, the rapist, dressed in some kind of militant garb and accompanied by a shifty-looking posse (containing men and women), appears from around the bend. We are caught.
The rapist informs me, "I told you that you wouldn't get away", and nods to a couple of his cronies to seize my cave companion and me. I imagine the worst. I sense that we are about to be beaten or tortured in some way. I'm absolutely riddled with fear and anticipation of what might come next.
Then, while one guy holds me down, a blond woman pours a clear liquid from a medicine bottle onto a soupspoon, and proceeds to force it into my mouth. I want to spit it out, but find that I can't and, against my will, I find myself swallowing it. My mouth and tongue begin to numb and I feel dizzy. I feel like I need to lay down. Then, suddenly, the woman grabs my leg, rolls me onto my side, and stabs my posterior with a hypodermic needle. I scream in pain, then fade into unconsciousness before waking up.
Note:
Once I woke up, with memories of the dream lingering, I felt rested and un-startled. I was surprised that I didn't awaken in a sweat or with a pounding heartbeat.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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