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This one's been in my mind the last few weeks, so I thought it might be therapeutic to post it. Everyone has a worst fear, and mine is being raped. Thank God it is never happened to me, but this dream left me temporarily convinced that it had... so it was kind of upsetting, to say the least. Cannot remember how this dream began - maybe it is better that way. The dream had its own back story: In it, I knew it was Wednesday (it really was IWL), and that meant it had been exactly one week since I was raped (again, in the dream!). I always seem to have a desire to go all vigilante on frightening DCs, so not surprisingly I decided to go seek revenge on my attacker. Obviously not alone, so I brought my friend <PERSON> with me. Somehow I had figured out that a particular area of the tile floor in a vacant building (almost like a very shallow pool, only 1-2 ft deep) covered a passageway to an underground area, and that was where we would find him. We opened up the tile panel and descended. The next thing I remember is us frantically trying to get back out, pursued by my attacker. I was pulling <PERSON> out of the passage, and I saw a knife pierce her sneaker, but we got away. I figured she was only cut if anything, but suddenly it is a couple days later, at night, and after I walk up to <PERSON>'s front door and am let in by her family, I realize she died (from the cut, somehow). I instantly offer condolences to her family, and I am in shock. So then I go back down the secret passage to pursue this twisted man, alone. Despite being underground, there are windows up high, with daylight coming in. The underground portion consists of halls connecting large rooms, with nothing really in them. Everything is made of plain gray concrete. I somehow figure out this used to be a school. I think I even see a desk somewhere. I find at least one old piece of paper with writing, and I realize that this is proof of something else I had been trying to prove about the school, some sort of mystery surrounding it (did not have a damn thing to do with revenge on my rapist, but some sort of secondary mission, maybe left over from a prior dream that night). I do not find the villain, but instead focus on this mystery solving. Then my mom comes around a corner, just as I am pissing myself (not from fear, I just decided to pee in my clothes LOL), so I try to shoo her away and babble something about what I am trying to do. This is the weirdest part: As I began to slowly drift into wakefulness, I was having "dream flashbacks" to the rape itself. It was so strange, like my dreaming mind was creating a memory of something that did not actually happen. Thankfully they were not terribly vivid, but it was highly disturbing. Consequently, as I became more awake, I was trying to figure out if it was real. It got to the point where I was sitting up in bed thinking, "Was I really raped last week? Is this a repressed memory?" I was genuinely uncertain for a couple minutes. Once I was fully awake, I was never so happy to realize I had just been dreaming!