We had another dream, but this one wasn't nearly as pleasant as the last we wrote about... in this one, our dad was yelling at us for something, can't remember what, but I do remember this bit of what he said:
"What? You mean to tell me it wasn't your fault you were raped in the library?"
After that, we just glared at him, crying, and ran out the door. We just... kept running... and running... and running... the physical pain was... awful, but it was nothing compared to the emotional anguish.
I'm not one to ignore dreams.
So... does this mean what we think it does?
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