Dream Journal
I was at my parents’ house in their basement in which we used to live. My dog was having a great time playing with my parents’ dogs. My oldest brother and his wife came down the stairs, as if they were coming for dinner. The entire family was in the basement sitting around the edges of the basement living room. This large of a family reunion made me feel as if it were a very special holiday or birthday. I was standing in one corner of the living room with my oldest brother sitting on the couch to my immediate right and my husband sitting near the stove in a chair to my immediate left.
All of a sudden my dad was ticking me so ferociously that he pushed me into the corner of the room. I struggled and tried to get away, but he overpowered me. He grabbed both of my breasts with one hand and held me there in the corner. I felt sexually violated and very angry. I was so furious that I was yelling at him to let me go and stop tickling me. But my attempts of escape were futile and, knowing this, I was crying. I looked to my right and my left, seeing my brother and husband and then the rest of my family continue on with conversation as if everything were normal. I wondered why no one was helping me when I was being so obviously assaulted.
Again demanding that my father let me go, he told me that I wasn’t strong enough to make him. I began to flail, hitting him with about as much strength one has in their grip immediately upon waking. My fists hit his chest but did no harm to him and did not help my situation. He laughed at my weakness. I told him that I could get more strength when I needed it. I looked directly at my husband and saw his large erect penis and knowing that this was my source of strength. It was not a symbol of sexuality, but of strength and power. With my father still holding me in the corner, I began to push him back away from the walls and into the room.