Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/3/2018
By snowfoxx___
Anyway I was raped and stuff IRL, so it's sort of a trauma dream but not completely. It's only the emotions and stuff that are reality based. Read at your own risk if you've had shit. Anyway I was in my vacation house that doubled as a psych ward for depressed teens. We each had a assigned nurse. Mine was some young dude with shaggy hair and that artsy-hippy feel to him. Anyway I was feeling suicidal so he took me aside to talk to me, away from any witness. He sat on a chair and made me sit on his lap. He circled his hands around me. I was stunned-shocked-scared-and some other emotion I don't even know. I was sort of frozen there. and he told me how I shouldn't die in a sultry prevented voice. He caresses my stomach and took out my boobs and gripped them for 2 minutes or so. He also said I shouldn't eat anymore cake from grandpas. Because they were too crafty. And no white chocolate either. I then got up into the next room which weirdly was a supermarket thing with only sweets. There were grandpa cakes. I really wanted white chocolate and grandpa cakes. The fucking bastard transformed into a guy who abused me IRL. He was doing his own grocery shopping thing, and he was watching me, making sure I didn't eat anything. I hid somewhere and ate grandpa cakes, and then I saw my own grand dad making some cakes and tinkering with stuff. I then went into the chocolate aisle, opened a white chocolate bar and took a large chunk out and ran to the bathroom to stuff it down and call a helpline to talk about suicide and my nurse molesting me. The guy who molested me turned into a psychiatrist I had to see a while back, who came in pissed (broke into the toilet) because he was jealous that I wasn't talking to him, an active little teen girl lover. He then locked up in a classroom with other fucked up students. Next to my former best friend. I then got up to tell something (I was forced to) to my psych, and I had to walk through some old fashioned posh Halle gallery thing, and when I saw him, I felt utterly numb and dead inside. Like I did IRl, soon after. And then I don't remember much, except exchanging hastily shoe soles with my former best friend in an elevator scared that my psych would catch us. Anyway, weird dream.