Horrible dream

I was sleeping and it happened while I was sleeping. Only a few metres away I was, and I "let" it happen.

Only later did mum say something happened at night. I was horrified, absolutely disgusted, absolutely ashamed, because I know what it feels like to be violated. Again and again. And mum could not resist, for she was too weak and bound to the bed. Her arms had no strength to resist... And it happened again and again.... I let it happen again and again...

I was shocked awake by the dream, the horrible, horrible dream... How could my brain, my tortured mind, come up with such stories and fantasies? Why am I even imagining these terrible, terrible scenes and occurrences?

Horrible, horrible dream, at three in the morning...