Just a quick one here (pun not intended), I was kidnapped and held hostage in a massive mall, it was night and there were about 6 others with me. They all got set free but I didn't because I was being a smart-arse, so the guy raped me, under a tent made out of a duvet.
I'm pretty sure this dream came from reading 'Dear Fatty', Dawn French's memoirs, which I finished yesterday, she got felt up in a mall by a 'security guard'.
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that's a nice one, dear. can i rad the dawny book now? fanks.
So this one is weird, I've been thinking about it and it wasn't a negative or frightening dream experience, I was very mellow about it all and I felt like I, strangely, had the control. That rape was a state-of-mind in some sense. I didn't consent to the sex but it was like if I didn't think like I was being raped then it couldn't effect me...anywho...
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