lunagoddess

Almost the whole dream is NSFW so I'm not putting it in spoilers. I don't know why I met someone from Craigslist, I've never done that in real life so don't judge me.

Trying to escape or conquer a villain. We’re walking along a crosswalk. I see people from SDS having a picnic outside. One girl at a picnic table brings out some cobbler dishes and nobody is eating them. Around some bushes, Nancy likes to be massaged on the wires beneath a ziplock tupperware rim. She said A.W. is really good at it. On the other side of the street is a bar or something. Inside I’m not sure if I’m me or the guy I’m with, but he/I say that he’s/I’m materialistic and need to hang out with the muscular guys. On the second or third story we find a group of men sitting and watching porn. Now I’m me. We join and he orders me sit next to him in front of the window (something to do with luring the villain or an escape plan). He starts getting turned on and can’t sit still or quiet. He actually ejaculates inside his jeans after only a few minutes. I wonder if he’s gay. I invite some guy over from Craigslist. He thinks I’m a man and is planning on having gay sex with me. I don’t remember what my intention is. He’s rubbing on me and is getting turned on. He looks rather large. He is kneeling over me and I can see it in his jeans, then he lays next to me and takes it out. We’re in my current bedroom. I get up to find a condom and see that there are villainous people outside looking in at him through the window and laughing. I worry that they’re going to find me so I crawl beneath the window. I search for condoms but all I see are medium sizes and unlabeled ones. I’m worried they’re all too old. I go back out and he starts feeling underneath my panties. I’m certain he’ll lose interest soon. He tells me I have a nice penis and I tell him, “What an odd thing to say.”. He starts rubbing me and I'm quite wet. He seems even more turned on now, to my surprise. His sexuality and motive confuses me. Suddenly I feel dirty and uncomfortable and I’m worried about the bad guys so I tell him I have to leave. My family is packing up to move away from the danger and are upset that we decided to recently paint a room and wasted valuable escape time on it. The rest of the house is mom’s. On some of the light wood in the living room there were pen writings of all our names, like a teen girl would do. I search for a rag to help A.C. clean it up so we don't leave any trace of us behind. The guy starts following me around and I tell him he needs to leave. He says that if I don't have sex with him he will complain to Craigslist and I’ll have to pay him for false advertising. I’m in the laundry room and I remind him that the ad and the rendevouz were advertised as free, it’s not like he was paying me so I don't owe him any compensation. If anything, he should be paying me. I get an old surgical rag and go back upstairs. He’s starting to get violent and scary. I tell him “You need to get out right now or I’m calling the police.” He doesn’t immediately start leaving so I pick up the phone on the wall and call 911. I tell the lady on the other end that there’s a man in my house who is being sexually violent and he won’t leave. I circle around the wall island to get away from him. She said it appears he already cut the contact from my other phones so I couldn’t call for help. I am shocked and repeat what she says for everyone to hear. Then he pulls the phone jack from the wall piece and I lose connection. He gets scared and leaves. I call 911 back but accidentally push an extra 1, it rings a few times then connects me to a business. I hang up and dial 911 again, immediately the same lady answers. I tell her it’s me again and she recognizes my voice. I tell her that he left but I’m scared and feel unsafe and don’t know what to do next. “He knows where I live now and I can totally imagine him breaking through the windows to rape and punish me.”
At one point during all of this I was out in the desert with D, I was feeling anxious and something was impending. I trusted my intuition.