Kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome

Date: 10/14/2019

The dream started off with me being about 5-6 and I was in a hospital. I wasn’t severely sick, it was some sort of of minor surgery. While I was there, I wondered off and met this man who was about 30-35. We chatted and he was really nice. Then I said bye and went back to my room where my mom was a little upset I disappeared. The doctor came in and did their little check up and whatnot then left. The man showed up again and introduced himself to my mom and chatted. I thought he was really nice. Then somehow I ended up being taken by the man. He wasn’t very nice after all and he beat me up really badly causing one of my teeth to break. At first though he would buy me lots of things and spoil me before he beat me up to gain my trust so I’d stay with him in public. I thought I wanted to be with him at first. I was probably like 13 or so now and he raised me. We had to go to court, I think my dad charged him or something but the man ended up winning the case and keeping me and I never saw my parents again. He started being really creepy and touching me and stuff as I got older and we ended up moving cities so no one would recognize me. I did go to school and had friends, and they were concerned for me. I was really skinny and always had bruises and cuts and stuff. Of course I was scared of him so I didn’t tell them what happened. I ended up in the hospital from being beat up and the doctors and nurses came in asking me questions about the man who they thought was my father, asking if he hurt me or anything and I completely lied and covered for him. They obviously didn’t believe me but they couldn’t do anything if I wasn’t going to confess. After the hospital incident I was at my friends house and the man showed up with a guitar and was playing it outside and singing a song for me he wrote, trying to get me to forgive him. I was terrified and told my friends not to open the door. Eventually they did because he saw me through the window and he convinced me to go out to dinner with him, which I begrudgingly did. We ended up back at his place watching tv. At one point my friends asked me why I was still living with him and I was in such denial, saying he took care of me and bought me things. There was a monologue at one point where I was talking saying I wrote a book and that was my book, and now I’m an adult and I do live on my own. I did get away from him eventually, though I never took him to court or anything, I just moved out because I was over 18. Our relationship did turn sexual when I hit puberty, but before that it wasn’t. There was also a point where my friend’s mom or something helped me get a boat ticket to go to Boston so I could leave and I was on the boat. He always found me though, he was obsessed with me.