My dream.
What a brutal dream.
I was hanging out with Adrianna and some other people. We were on a large deck, it was in the middle of a huge city with big buildings. All of a sudden, from behind me, a large hand covers my mouth, and i get dragged into the other room with no one noticing. He whispered harshly into my ear, "If you so much as raise your voice more than a whisper, I'll rip your fucking throat out." I nodded my head as much as possible since his iron grip pinned my head against his chest. He took his hand away from my mouth and pushed me so hard i slammed into the cement wall a few feet away, smacking my forehead hard onto it. I turned around, dizzy, my vision slightly blurry from the blow. When his face came into focus I was very shocked to see my friend standing in front of me. He's a very good friend of mine, why would he be doing this? When I opened my mouth to ask, he raised his hand and backhanded me hard across the face. I slid against the wall and down to the floor, my vision blurry once again.
"Don't say a word," he said, and i was not going to disobey.
He left the room, locking the door behind him so i wouldn't be able to leave. I surveyed the room and my situation did not look good. There were no windows and the only thing in the room was a chair. Would i be able to lift it over my head and slam it down on him long enough for me to escape? I ran over to the chair, and realized it was far too heavy. I could barely drag it across the floor. I sat down on the cement floor in defeat and started to cry silently.
He walked in.
His presence made me feel numb all over.
He walked over to me, and tied a gag into my mouth. I started to moan while i cry, but he yanked my head up by hair and told me to shut up. I quieted down while he began to tie my hands behind my back. The ropes scratched my wrists and the gag made my mouth dry. When he was finished tying he stood up and kicked me hard in the stomach. I gagged and almost threw up, my stomach heaving.
"Bitch." He said and then he pulled a hammer and some nails out of his pocket. He sat on me to keep me still and i started to cry louder and squirm, but it did no use, his weight and strength pinned me. He positioned a nail right in the middle of my right calf, raised the hammer, and pounded the nail into my leg repeatedly. I felt the sharp pain shoot up my leg and into my brain, i screamed against the cloth gag. I felt blood trickle down the side of my calf. Positioned another nail above the other one. And repeatedly nailed them all the way up my leg. Finally he raised himself up off of me. And I looked down at my leg to see a line of nails and a bloody mess on my right leg. I groaned and rested my head on the cement, my tears gone and my gag salty from them.
The worst part was him kneeling next to me. His face getting close to mine and I could smell his rancid breath, feel it on my cheek. And he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to kill you."
I saw him raise the hammer over his head, i knew that what comes up most come down, and it was going to slam into my skull. I closed my eyes and screamed...
And then i woke up.
I was hanging out with Adrianna and some other people. We were on a large deck, it was in the middle of a huge city with big buildings. All of a sudden, from behind me, a large hand covers my mouth, and i get dragged into the other room with no one noticing. He whispered harshly into my ear, "If you so much as raise your voice more than a whisper, I'll rip your fucking throat out." I nodded my head as much as possible since his iron grip pinned my head against his chest. He took his hand away from my mouth and pushed me so hard i slammed into the cement wall a few feet away, smacking my forehead hard onto it. I turned around, dizzy, my vision slightly blurry from the blow. When his face came into focus I was very shocked to see my friend standing in front of me. He's a very good friend of mine, why would he be doing this? When I opened my mouth to ask, he raised his hand and backhanded me hard across the face. I slid against the wall and down to the floor, my vision blurry once again.
"Don't say a word," he said, and i was not going to disobey.
He left the room, locking the door behind him so i wouldn't be able to leave. I surveyed the room and my situation did not look good. There were no windows and the only thing in the room was a chair. Would i be able to lift it over my head and slam it down on him long enough for me to escape? I ran over to the chair, and realized it was far too heavy. I could barely drag it across the floor. I sat down on the cement floor in defeat and started to cry silently.
He walked in.
His presence made me feel numb all over.
He walked over to me, and tied a gag into my mouth. I started to moan while i cry, but he yanked my head up by hair and told me to shut up. I quieted down while he began to tie my hands behind my back. The ropes scratched my wrists and the gag made my mouth dry. When he was finished tying he stood up and kicked me hard in the stomach. I gagged and almost threw up, my stomach heaving.
"Bitch." He said and then he pulled a hammer and some nails out of his pocket. He sat on me to keep me still and i started to cry louder and squirm, but it did no use, his weight and strength pinned me. He positioned a nail right in the middle of my right calf, raised the hammer, and pounded the nail into my leg repeatedly. I felt the sharp pain shoot up my leg and into my brain, i screamed against the cloth gag. I felt blood trickle down the side of my calf. Positioned another nail above the other one. And repeatedly nailed them all the way up my leg. Finally he raised himself up off of me. And I looked down at my leg to see a line of nails and a bloody mess on my right leg. I groaned and rested my head on the cement, my tears gone and my gag salty from them.
The worst part was him kneeling next to me. His face getting close to mine and I could smell his rancid breath, feel it on my cheek. And he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to kill you."
I saw him raise the hammer over his head, i knew that what comes up most come down, and it was going to slam into my skull. I closed my eyes and screamed...
And then i woke up.
I don't interpret dreams. I wouldn't even try this one if I could. Sounds like a good start to a Rob Zombie film.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand I believe every woman should own and know how to use a gun. It maybe true that guns are used to shoot people known to the shooter. But 85% of rapes are committed by someone the victim knows also.