Crücea & Ion: School Edition

Date: 6/16/2020

I dreamt years ago in junior high this long narrative of my rape by the god Apollo and my subsequent pregnancy. I was well versed in mythology,🏺 engrossed in it from early childhood. I believe a couple years before this, I read from Edith Hamilton’s _Mythology_ the story of Crücea and her son Ion. Crücea was about my age at the time when she was raped. She frequently returned to the cave she was violated in to escape ridicule. She was alone and shunned until she returned to the cave one last time to give birth, leaving the baby to die. 💀 She later found him serving in Apollo’s temple. My dream began with a drive through my hometown with my friends on a field trip to a tropical atrium-like place that didn’t exist. We were seeing a movie, I think. The atmosphere inside was very bright, yet muted greens and blues everywhere- very ethereal and peaceful. For whatever reason, I went behind a concessions counter to help one of the workers and Apollo was in one of the concessions lines, looking unassuming like the group of teens who accompanied him. He wore sunglasses, so I couldn’t see much of his expression. I barely noticed him as I bustled around behind the counter. And then I went out from behind the counter and he abruptly pounced on me, his jacket hood and sunglasses disappearing as I looked back up. He was bright, brighter than the atrium. I only really got a glimpse, but his features were in a calm, pleased expression, unperturbed by my desperate struggling. He was attractive, but that certainly didn’t make a difference to me in this situation. I remember my face being smooshed on the ground, ridged with shock before the dream hazing out to a timeskip. Then I was back at school in my small class. On of the respected, active, older members of the student body took to bringing me up to the front of the room during speeches, lamenting my unfortunate situation. I didn’t leave school, despite my growing belly. That one student did take to measuring it as it grew over the weeks, though. It was a very strange and surreal experience, but it felt so real. I still remember the sensations of being pushed and of the yellow tape measure around my belly. I’m not sure to this day what it meant. Some factors into the dream might have been my growing feelings of vulnerability towards males and my adjustment to the school. If you have any theories or comments, let me know! Do you get dreams with these themes? What are they like for you? What do you think your dream meant in the context of your life?