Dream Journal
I stood naked in the middle of a room. My dad came up behind me and slipped his arms around my waist in a warm embrace. I felt very content, happy, and secure.
He moved his arms up and squished my breasts as far up as they would go; I was scared and angry. He wouldn’t let go of me even though I screamed and struggled. He grabbed my breasts forcibly, and I hated him.
I was then B lying in bed; I was not yet married. Then dad stormed into my room and yelled at me for touching and violating his daughter. I followed him into the hallway knowing that he was the one that violated her, not me.
He shoved her into the room across the hallway from my room and placed a heavy chest of drawers in front of the door to keep her locked in. I heard her sobbing behind the closed door.