Whore House? Tried to Shoot Me... Foam Apple...

Date: 6/4/2020

I'm one of the ”servants” in a large mansion run by insanely rich people. I, along with other girls, are being trained on where and how we will be ”interacting” with the masters of the house. (It's weird, but at some point I think to myself, ”this is dragging on and I know this is a great so no one will actually have sex, but it may as well continue and see where this goes.” maybe this was a lucid dream?) Dream continues. As I'm wondering around this enormous mansion, I come across some of the rich people talking in a room. I'll just call them the masters since they were in charge and owned the mansion. As I stand nearby, a man, obviously wanted to rape me, approaches from behind. I step into the door frame of the room of people talking so he can't just take me. Regardless, he pulls me out of the room, I step back into the room. This happens a couple times as I become frightened something might happen. Eventually he pulls me out again and run for it. He chases after me with an old fashioned wood and metal pistol. Soon there is a lady chasing me as well, another master. They chase me into a very small room, like an empty closet. At this point I stop, and remember looking at some of the faces I saw. They were a incredibly detailed. I remember thinking ”This is an odd dream, I see every detail on this woman's face, includin two dark marks/beauty spots on her upper face and the very hairs on her skin” (Lucid dream?) I also don't think I was looking at the attacker at this point. I know it was a lady, maybe good. But I just remember seeing people in detail. She's about I shoot me, the evil plump woman with a gun, but I manage to get the gun from her hand and shoot her. But rather than a bullet piercing her, the gun shot a small red apply into her stomach, barely lodged inter her plump skin. I look at it, confused. I laugh nervously. I take the apple, and begin to *act* as if that was my intention all along, not to hurt her. I show her how soft the apple is, by splitting it. It felt like foam as I pulled it apart. Again I laughed, and she seem to forget her aggression against me. Last I remember. End dream.