Harry

Date: 10/12/2017

I remembered most of this dream when i woke up, like I remembered a lot of details, it was very vivid. But i didn’t put the dream in when i woke up, so i don’t remember as much. I was at my grandmas and my mom, grandma and grandpa, and my sister Sophie, and this old dude in his 60s named Harry, were standing with me in front of the laundry doors. I don’t know why we were there, I don’t remember, maybe I was doing laundry and they confronted me. But I can’t remember if it was me or someone else like my sister who told my grandma and grandpa that Harry had sexually assaulted me. He denied it and denied it. No one would believe me. Everyone around me was fighting. I was silent and holding a laundry basket and I was struggling to hold it up because it was heavy and I was trying not to cry. Then I went with my mom and she was furious at me. Furious like she hated me with all her being. It melted off of her and I was so uncomfortable and scared around her because her anger was so...loud. I was also holding this box of Converse. There are these one shoes that I loved and I always wore of hers, worn blue Converse. She would always get mad whenever I wore them or even asked to wear them. We were in her car and it was really dark inside, like movie theater lighting, but it was burning hot and really bright outside. And her car, in real life, doesn’t have ac and it only blows hot air out all the time. And in the dream it was hot inside the car like it would have been in real life. It seemed crowded even though i was in the backseat alone. My mom was driving and my sister Molly was in the passenger seat. I was getting claustrophobic from the heat and darkness and overwhelmed by the screaming and crying. I remember the feelings dream me had were so strong that I felt them when I woke up. I think there are some other things that happened with my mom and me in the dream but I can’t remember them.