Dream

I just had the first Carl dream I've had in several months and it is by far the worst I've ever had. So much so that when I woke up I was already in tears and I had actually wet my underwear. Thankfully the sheets didn't get touched.

I lived in a trailer park with my mother and two younger siblings. There was an older girl and a younger boy however they where a lot younger then Llerendel or Taran. Also my mother had fully gray hair and was much older then she is even now and the siblings where no older then thirteen and seven. My mother had a boyfriend, Carl, who was spending dinner with us. He was going to sleep over but sleep on the couch. This didn't happen as soon after dinner (we all went straight to bed) he entered my mothers room and crawled into bed with her. The subsequent failed seduction and rape of her I'll not bother relating, know that I will not sleep well for weeks because of it.

We woke up the next morning and I knew something was wrong but neither sibling noticed. He stayed with us for several days in which he started to use me as a personal servant, cleaning house, doing laundry, picking up after my siblings of whom he asked nothing from. I didn't get to speak to anyone and we wheren't allowed to go to school.

Finally after four days we all walked out to the train tracks and my mother looked horrible, she looked like she would keel over any moment. The train tracks where oddly high and we could sit on an old unused platform next to them. Carl tied my mothers hands and feet and proceeded to lay her down on the tracks. My siblings didn't care, they had fun jumping over the tracks and even though I looked on in horror as a train approached I could do NOTHING to save her.

The train passed but my mother wasn't dead, she'd suffered a huge head injury but seemed fine, even got up on her own and walked back to the house hand in hand with Carl. when we got home she started making dinner and I started to shove him away from her screaming 'call the police! call the police! I'll hold him off!' everybody just looked at me confused, angry or with pity. I eventually turned to my mother, "You're not going to call the police?" She shrugged and gave me a sheepish smile. I didn't know what to do, I kept shoving him away and it didn't work, he was that much stronger then me though he didn't raise a hand against me. I woke up by bashing my head against the desk next to my bed.

I'm going to go spend the night with Bridget I think. Hopefully she won't mind my invasion.