So last night, I had a really scary dream. It didn't start out bad at all, but as the time moved on, it got worse and worse.
It started out with a bunch of friends gathering together to watch a movie. We went out and got food for it and met at this modest looking house. I don't remember any kind of movie actually being played, but we all had a great time. My husband-to-be had to drive home or something so I walked him to his car and, after a few minutes, he left. I went back into the house--jumping over a few people that seemed to be asleep on the ground but I got this feeling that they were still watching me, almost waiting to pounce--to clean up the mess everyone had made now that they were all gone.
The strange thing is, when I got there the room was filled with smoke and I could smell the pot that this big group was smoking. I noticed that one of the girls that I'd jumped over on my way there and as high as a kite. I walked through the clouds of smoke and to the back room, there was some big guy behind me who was blocking the door. As I walked to the back, I chose the wrong door and found myself in a closet and the big guy behind me before had followed me there. I excused myself and started making my way around him, ducking my head to not meet his gaze as I did so.
I got just past him when he threw an arm around my neck, half choking me--I don't think he meant to hurt me, although he could have been high or. . . actually he seemed very coherent--and his other hand slid under my shirt and around my waist. His words were eerie as he whispered in my ear, "Do you wanna go have sex in the bedroom?"
Instantly I said, "No," rather forcefully and tried to get away.
"How about on the couch or on the floor?"
My reply was the same only so much more scared. I tried to get away and he held me back until I got my chin under his arm that was around my neck, it hung a bit loose, and bit down hard. He let go and I started sprinting away. I ran though the house, over people, but I couldn't find the exit. I ran into him twice and the girl I'd jumped over before had grabbed me. They were all screaming at me trying to get me back into the smoke.
Finally, after a lot of trying and almost crying out of fear, I got out of the house. I ran to the place where I'd dropped off my husband-to-be and started sprinting away. Just away. I didn't know where I was going, I just needed to get away. I kept running.
Then I woke to my roommate laughing and typing hard on her computer. I don't think she slept at all last night. At least she kept her earphones in, although that doesn't help much in the mood of the room. Even if I can't hear it, the mood gets dark.
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