6/8/09 07:47 am - Rape
There was a man who was attempting to rape me. I grabbed two knives and sliced his balls off. I used to same knives to slice down and across his eyes, his legs, and anywhere else I could. I killed him, and waited for someone to come home and help me. My mom and brother came home, and I broke out in tears next to his dead, bloody, body and told them how I had been raped. Then, this growing fear of other predators overwhelmed me. I wanted to get out of there, because somehow I knew others would be coming after me. I got more knives out, ready to fight. I fought a few times. And even pushed someone out of an out-of-control car. At one point, someone stabbed my boyfriend in the back. *shivering while I'm writing this*
Then I woke up. relieved. Looked up at my window, and saw the most horrible male face, monstrous, demonic-looking. His face startled me awake. That was a false awakening. Ugh. I hate those.
This dream felt so real. I didn't go to sleep last night because I was afraid of having another nightmare.