Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/14/2021
By Fitful
In the dream I woke up to some guy eating me out. Like rape. It was against my will, against my knowledge, cause I'd been a sleep when it'd been happening and it wouldn't have happened in the first place as I was gay damn it.. I'd been dreaming (within the dream) about a girl doing it. Then I wakeup in my dorm to find a guy, the janitor. I was apparently in a magic school, like the dream I had yesterday and didn't write down. The end of that dream had me taking a test to get into some Hogwarts esque magic school. I took the test as an afterthought - I was there to cater. I managed to pass the whole test in ten minutes when the rest had hours. They professors were impressed. They let me into the school. This dream was going on long before it ended with rape. There was some timeline about friends or "friends" and some woman trying to scam me on my computer when I was trying to help hers. Tried to steal all my money. And a storyline about how I was trying to figure something out.. A mystery. This happened at the very end of the mystery, like the end of a movie. I had just almost figured out who the bad guy was, I was seconds away... And apparently I did. I was watching anime and fell asleep in my dorm and when I woke up some dude who I'd been dreaming was a girl was eating me out. I tried to get away, stop him. It was the janitor, some Asian dude who looked just like the anime dude in the screen I had paused the movie at. I had figured it out. He'd been doing this for a while. All week? All month? For months? I'd been dreaming about a goose before the girl...a very large goose who was affectionate but I was afraid would do me a lot of harm if it pecked me. But when I woke up to this dude assaulting me and tried to get away I couldn't. I felt drugged. I tried to talk to him, chatter a bit about how I found him out, distract him while I tried to call 911. The first two phones I found were old and not even charged. I discarded them, looking for my new phone. I found it but the charge was so low it was 0, I don't know how the phone was still on. And the bill wasn't paid - my father teaching me a lesson. Also the fancy button that did what you told it to aloud, like Alexa but better, refused to work. I had to distract the guys with the video of the anime id been watching and say I didn't mind what he'd been doing as I tried covertly (and failed) to text 911. My father kept sending some message, maybe an auto message or a spiritual one, maybe some telekinetic shit, about how I didn't need mortal help, I didn't need mortals 911. Everytime I tried to punch in 911, like he was blocking me. The messages were pointed. Saying I didn't need mortals 911 over and over, that wasn't what this was. And I needed to learn to rely on... Magic? Idk... Something else. Something clearly of that school or that magic world, not the human one. I ignored him and his blasted messages. They appeared in blue or maybe red on the screen every time I tried to use the phone. I was in a danger panic situation and I was calling 911 damn it. Finally I did dial 911 but the number kept getting typed in wrong. Then the number refused to call. I was still in the texting app I realized and I needed to switch over. Meanwhile the guy realized what I was doing and said "no one can find out" and pulled a gun. Well it scared me, I thought it was a gun a first. But it also looked a bit like an earbud (headphone)or a taser or a...massager? A high-tech syringe? Maybe that's how he got the drugs in my system? It was a gun...but nothing I recognised. Also this was the future. A hidden magic college/school in the future. I knew because the BLM movement was over. Peacefully disbanded. It was official on all the news. Now all they wanted to talk about was next in the horizon Dogs BLM. Like as in the dogs (and other animals) of black people their lives mattered movement. Animal rights was next? Like legit people caring as a mainstream thing not fringe oh-you're-so weird-to-be vegan-for-the-animals...but even non vegans cared enough. But that was human affairs...of which we participated very little. We sorta only observed their affairs through their tech, like social media. We weren't of that world, weren't in it, didn't walk around among humans. Anyway the dude pulled the gun and I stopped him so he wouldn't shoot it at me or at the wall. The rooms were all very thin wood panels between them, like some dojo/Victorian mashup design. Mostly stuffy old boarding school design, but the walls were thin I knew that much. I didn't want the other girls to get hurt. I kept trying to point it at the ceiling, but at the corner just in case. I don't know how I managed to stop him. He was stronger. But it quickly became apparant he was on the same drug that made me unable to move or get up or run or even talk really. He must have gotten stabbed with his own syringe in the process or he was a druggie or ..? Idk. I was just grateful. He literally collapsed like an inflated thing, slumping over the end of my bed. I decided to use the actual phone app to call 911. Not the text app.