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So, I was talking to someone who ended up crashing at a friend's place on a whim.
".....If I hadn't been coming home so late, my friend M. wouldn't have suggested I just stay over... but since I had to be out in that part of town early the next morning, I figured why not? I’ve known M. for over a decade; we're close friends, and she’s a totally normal, wonderful person. I turned in and tossed around in bed for a bit... then I drifted off. And that’s when it started.
It wasn't just a dream... it was an assault. This repulsive old man was attacking me, trying to rape me... the worst part was that I was physically free—nothing was actually binding me—but I felt completely paralyzed in this disgusting way. Just knowing I was in that position... it made everything feel so much more intense. The most unbearable part was the thought that he owned me. Not just through the act itself, but because I was entirely under his influence. He just sat there laughing, silent, soaking in every second while I felt this surge of pure rage at myself for letting it happen. But what truly haunted me was that sense of helplessness—it was more than just physical helplessness—that stayed stuck in my soul. I jolted awake, absolutely revolted by the vision. I spent the rest of the night drifting in and out of sleep, terrified that I’d fall right back into that same nightmare...
The next morning, while grabbing coffee with M., I told her about the dream while I was still reeling from it. Then, M. confessed that she had been raped when she was a little girl (I knew she had gone through something, but it slipped my mind in the moment), and said there is nothing in this world she fears more than sexual assault. It turns out, I had slept in the exact spot where M. usually sleeps.
What do you all think? Was it some kind of astral attack... or maybe just a lingering fear that concentrated in that specific space, which she then picked up on and manifested like that?????😉
".....If I hadn't been coming home so late, my friend M. wouldn't have suggested I just stay over... but since I had to be out in that part of town early the next morning, I figured why not? I’ve known M. for over a decade; we're close friends, and she’s a totally normal, wonderful person. I turned in and tossed around in bed for a bit... then I drifted off. And that’s when it started.
It wasn't just a dream... it was an assault. This repulsive old man was attacking me, trying to rape me... the worst part was that I was physically free—nothing was actually binding me—but I felt completely paralyzed in this disgusting way. Just knowing I was in that position... it made everything feel so much more intense. The most unbearable part was the thought that he owned me. Not just through the act itself, but because I was entirely under his influence. He just sat there laughing, silent, soaking in every second while I felt this surge of pure rage at myself for letting it happen. But what truly haunted me was that sense of helplessness—it was more than just physical helplessness—that stayed stuck in my soul. I jolted awake, absolutely revolted by the vision. I spent the rest of the night drifting in and out of sleep, terrified that I’d fall right back into that same nightmare...
The next morning, while grabbing coffee with M., I told her about the dream while I was still reeling from it. Then, M. confessed that she had been raped when she was a little girl (I knew she had gone through something, but it slipped my mind in the moment), and said there is nothing in this world she fears more than sexual assault. It turns out, I had slept in the exact spot where M. usually sleeps.
What do you all think? Was it some kind of astral attack... or maybe just a lingering fear that concentrated in that specific space, which she then picked up on and manifested like that?????😉