I'm at a DV sleepover...it is late into the night. Everyone is already asleep, spread out around someone's basement sleeping in sleeping bags. The basement was finished and very large, it was a nice house. I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor next to a fellow staff member, who will rename nameless. I was on the left side of the mattress and laying on my left side, with my back facing this other person, and my arms out to my left side. I feel this person roll over so that they are very near me, can actually feel their warm breath on the back of my head. They reach over me and gently stroke my wrist and forearm. I remember not being completely asleep, but almost to a point of being asleep to where I did not register that this was completely inappropriate behavior. This person continues to gently stroke my arm and then they say softly, "do you mind if I just do this"...indicating the stroking gesture on my arm. In my very sleep state I finally gave a reply, "mmm, that feels good". Because well, it did feel good. Even though at that point I realized it was not appropriate (for many reasons).
Then this person decides to move their hand in between my legs. I make a point to scoot as far away from them as I can, still in a very sleepy state, not actually completely aware of what is going on. This person takes the hint and doesn't try to move closer or touch me again. Just when I think that all is a-ok, I feel a hand clamp down around my throat and I am unable to breath or make a sound. This person is choking me, and only does so for a few seconds...I think they were sort of out of their mind and quickly come to their senses and release me. After being released I jump away from this person and let out a scream, as I lay on the ground massaging my throat.
Suddenly the lights come on in the basement and another staff member sleeping nearby sees that I was just attacked and literally jumps on top of other staff member and punches him as hard as he can. I do not stay to watch. I walk out of the room, still massaging my throat...and into another room that is the unfinished part of the basement. This girl who I actually do not know follows me and keeps telling me that I should call the police. I kept telling her no, and that I was fine, and to leave me alone.
Then the story changes and I'm sitting in that unfinished basement are with my two freshman dorm roommates and one of my sorority sisters. Apparently the story changed so that the incidence above happened when my sorority sister, Libby...attacked my roommate...Christy, at a sleepover. We were all sitting together and Christy was very upset and crying. I had the impression that there was a court hearing and the judge had actually found Libby to be innocent. Libby was talking to me and said something along the lines of, "well maybe you're just not very good at making stuff up, some people are just good at making things up" ...she said this in a very matter of fact, little girly way and I knew she was referring to Christy.
Then I started crying because I didn't know who to believe. I said to Libby that I could see no reason why Christy would say that the attack happened if it had not. Christy insisted that it had happen. Libby insisted that she made it up and had actually experienced a sleep paralysis dream or something which only made her think she had attacked her.
Then I was alone with Christy and she said to me that she was going to deal with Libby herself, since she did not get any justice and she told me I did not have the right to interfere. I agreed with this. So when Libby came back into the room, Christy slapped her as hard as she could, and Libby fell backwards into a door. Her head knocked against the door knob pretty bad and was knocked senseless. I remember feeling extremely upset, because it was obvious that Libby was hurt very bad from her fall, but I did not want to seem disrespectful to Christy by going over to Libby and helping her.
Then suddenly Libby turned into my dad. And I remember seeing my dad on the floor, having been knocked senseless. I quickly go over to him without thinking twice about it and help him up, and set him down into a rocking chair that was in the room. I was sitting on the edge of the chair looking at him and trying to get him to come to his senses, this was very upsetting for me. I have always been a daddy's girl, and seeing his eyes all out of focus and little blood dribbling down his head was making me very upset. Then suddenly his eyes snapped into place and he looked at me seriously and said, something along the lines, that he was ok and not to worry. After that I felt much better and just sat on his lap and hugged him.
Then it was me and my dad, and Libby was back, along with Christy. We were all talking, and I was still crying because I didn't know who to believe. I remember my dad trying to encourage me to think sensibly, to weigh the facts, and to remember that not all parties may have had all their cards on the table. Christy looked at me and nodded that he was right. I remember thinking that what he said was important, and it meant something, but that I didn't know what it meant at the time. The dream sort of faded out after I received a telephone call from the person whose house we were at letting me know that I should wake everyone up and have them come up for breakfast.
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The above dream is extremely interesting because it is RIPE with symbolism and metaphors. I cannot take one part of that dream and not find something significant about it. As bizarre and absolutely absurd as some things seems to be, when weighed against my current life situations, it does actually make sense. What is even stranger is that last night before bed I spent maybe 15 minutes or so actively trying to open up a direct line of communication between my conscious and subconscious mind (after reading Hard_Wired's thread about the subject). I took a little walk and called my subconscious from a phone booth up the street. There wasn't much said, I only expressed a desire to be able to more openly communicate. I did a few other exercises that I read in the linked articles in that thread, such as thinking about words and trying to understand and interpret my subconscious feelings about the words, as well as using visualizations to help further communication in this relationship.
So I think that this dream, and the fact that I can find so much meaning in it, is a testament to the fact that I have begun to open up communications between conscious and subconscious...and leads me to further believe that dreams are not as senseless or random as they sometimes seem to be.
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