Dream Journal
I was laying in bed under the covers with Dad laying next to me on my left. He asked me about “that other website” just for him; he wanted me to get it up soon. I told him that Mom didn’t think it was a good idea, and I agreed with her.
He said that he couldn’t wait, and I told him that I wasn’t going to do it. He got angry. I knew that he was sexually frustrated, and I hoped he wouldn’t try to make me do anything about it.
Then he was leaning over me, standing near my side of the bed, with his hands near my shoulders. He grabbed me and lied down on the bed as I jumped up. I pleaded with him to not touch me, to leave me alone.
He reached out for my arm and I told him that I would scream and yell for Mom if he didn’t leave me alone. I didn’t think he would let me cry out or get her involved, but as he tried for a better grip on my arm, I hollered out and called for Mom.
I managed to pull my arm away and get out the door. Crying, I ran to the stairwell and halfway down the stairs saw my mom start up. I hugged her at the bottom of the stairs and stepped behind her as she looked up them.