Dream Journal
I was on a long walking journey with a large group of people. Melissa and I were lying in the shade of a stone wall resting from the bright sun when a male member of our group came around the corner of the wall with a weapon and laid on me.
He said that he won’t hurt us, but I have to let him see my breast. Crying, I refused. He moved to hurt me, so I lifted my shirt and exposed most of my right breast. He said that wasn’t quite far enough, so I lifted my shirt the rest of the way.
He kissed and caressed my right breast while I looked to my left, towards the wall and away from Melissa. I felt aroused a little bit, and then ashamed for feeling aroused.
After he left, I ran up to my mom and whispered in her ear, “He just raped me,” then corrected myself and told her that he didn’t really rape me, but he did molest me. And in front of Melissa, no less. I didn’t feel safe with him in our group.
Themes: Melissa