My Hollywood Film... warning, pretty fucked up.
Oh my god, I'm on a roll.
Last night (and I hope I can remember all this, I'm a little drunk), I had a dream which could quite concievably be the script of a Hollywood movie, a thriller of sorts. It was SO detailed, and of course I'll forget all the detail, but here goes:
I'm a teenage runaway - maybe 19 or so - and quite attractive. I'm not myself in this, although I do have dark hair: I'm actually quite a different looking person, much more attractive.
Anyway, I've been staying in various places, hitching rides with people etc... anyway, one day, this couple picks me up. They're a VERY attractive young couple - he's maybe 29, 30, quite muscular, rugged features, clean cut, she's perhaps 26, 27, beautiful, blond.
They take me back to their place to stay. Here's where things get weird. The husband of the couple co-erces me into sex.... ok, pretty much rapes me, while the wife watches. The backstory is, they do this quite a lot: they get young, innocent runaway girls and use them as sex toys. From my perspective I wouldn't know this, but in my dream I do: they've actually killed a lot of these young girls. Sort of like serial sex-killers.
Anyway that first experience, the first rape; I'm scared, but I figure I'll play along, so I don't get hurt. He's quite rough and forceful - he bites me, or hits me or something - but apart from that, I'm not harmed. I have an awful feeling I'm going to be killed, and I'm petrified.... but, for some reason, they take a shine to me, and let me stay.
For the first few weeks I'm still playing along, petrified, trying to convince them I'm fine with this new "arrangement": the husband rapes me on a regular basis, but they're both very sweet and lovely to me afterwards, and say I'm their new "friend". In my mind, I keep thinking of escapes, like dialing 000, or running out the door; but I'm too scared. Like in the movies, as soon as I make a move, they'll know and come after me. I'm so meek and quiet... I'm even scared of asking for a glass of water, or to go to the toilet. Yet the wife is so nice to me on the surface, she's like my best friend, and somehow, this all kind of lulls me into a false sense of security.
One day when they're out I do actually dial 000, but don't know what to say: "They're holding me here" "What, can't you get out the door?" "Yes, but I'm afraid they'll come after me" ... "I'm sorry, but we can't actually do anything about it unless you have been in danger or have been assaulted". Because it was basically consentual sex, I don't know what to do... The authorities don't understand. I feel trapped.
I am petrified they'll find out about the phone call, so I'm extra nice to them that night and cook them dinner. After dinner, I start to feel sick. Then I feel sick the next morning, then the morning after that. The couple make me take a pregnancy test and it's positive. I'm having his baby.
They seem delighted, and treat me like a goddess. Again (being a runaway, uncared-for child) I feel good, and sink into the situation, thinking "this isn't so bad". They stop sexually abusing me for several months, and things are pretty good. I start to think they're really good people, and they're really going to look after me.
My dream skips to when I'm 9 months pregnant and nearly ready to give birth. One night the husband comes home and he has a pair of fishnet stockings. He makes me put them on, and he and his wife make me go through a kinky sort of sex ritual, where he's on top of me and I'm pretending to give birth.... and she's still watching , the whole time.
Then comes a scene which my character is not privvy to (but which I see, in my dream): the couple, who'd previously been painted in the last hour or so as being nice (if slightly fucked up) people, plotting my death, over a glass of white wine in the backyard.
Cut to an old hospital - for some reason, they've found an old, abandoned hospital for me to give birth - and I'm in labour. I give birth, alone (this is a dream, remember
) to a baby boy. And then suddenly, at the moment of the birth I realise what's really going on. A protective instinct; something like mother's intuition. Simultaneously, the husband is coming up the corridors with a knife.
I grab the baby and see an open window... I get out of the window (with much difficulty, seeing as I've just had a baby), just as the husband is coming through the door. I run out onto the deserted street in my hospital smock, my baby in my arms, desperately looking for someone to help me. He's in hot pursuit behind me.
My dream had two endings (because I woke up after the first one, then went back to sleep and dreamt the other): in one, I came across a woman, who took pity and took me in, and helped me and notified the authorities. I was okay finally, and my baby was okay.
In the other ending, the husband caught me and brutally stabbed me to death and took my baby. And he and the wife kept my baby as their own.
What a fucked up dream!!
Apologies to anyone this offended.
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I most definitely am watching too much BB 8(
