Dream Journal
I was sitting on the toilet in a white bathroom pooping. The door was on my right and I was facing the bathtub. Jake, a lifelong friend, was out in the hallway waiting for me. As if the door were made of glass, I could see him pacing back and forth right outside the door, though he could not see me. I watched as he came close to the door, looked left and right, grabbed the door handle and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He popped the lock off the door and came in. Knowing what was coming, I was able to wipe whatever I had thus completed and pull my gray sweatpants half up. The door opened on its left side, he looked at me and grinned. Still trying to pull up my pants, I came to the door and made that comment that if he has to go that bad, be my guest.
He wouldn’t let me leave the bathroom. He gave me a sneer/grin and pushed me back in. I knew that he intended to rape me. I pulled the waistband of the sweats over my butt as he pushed me into the tub. Lying on my back, I had visions of how I needed to fight back - where I needed to plant the kicks and how to protect my body - but trying to implement them was not as easy as I had imagined. Every knee to the crotch and kick to the face either missed or was blocked.
I was then outside of the bathroom in a large banquet hall type room; he was still in the bathroom. I knew that I needed to run and hide, but if I went for the door he would surely see me and catch up because he ran much faster. I also knew that if I took any longer to find a place to hide he would come out of the bathroom and get me. So I ducked behind a short wall right next to the bathroom, knowing that being so close to him would be one of the last places he would look for me. I hid there and waited.
Then the room filled up with people from my hometown church for an after service potluck. There were round tables and chairs set up all throughout the room, every one filled with a person. I spied my grandparents standing at the other end of the room near the exit door - I hadn’t seen them in a few months. I got up and went over to them, knowing that if Jake came out of the bathroom, he would see me saying hi to my grandparents, not trying to escape. I was now wearing my short purple sarong and black tank top.
I hugged my grandmother and talked jovially about this and that. Keeping that everything-is-wonderful smile on my face, I then hugged my grandfather. As we were hugging, and retaining my smile, I whispered into his right ear, ‘Would you please take me home with you? I’m in grave danger.’ In the instance of that hug, I communicated my entire situation to him. With his arm still around my waist, he led me outside to his truck. This truck had a wide stripe down its side and was very, very tall. I had to be hoisted up onto the side step, and then crawl onto the seat. Mid crawl, I realized that I was probably flashing my grandfather with my short skirt, but it could no longer be helped.
Sitting in the passengers and he in the drivers seat, we began driving away from the building that was now the location of my grandparents home. I asked why we were leaving my grandmother - he told me that she knew her way home and enjoyed the exercise that walking gave her. We drove down the hill to my parent’s house. I looked in the side mirror and saw my grandmother running at full speed directly behind the truck. I felt very safe inside the cab of that truck.