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My dreams tend to take place in the same place often. I’m unsure as to why, they just do. I return to this one specific home often, nowhere i’ve been before in real life but ive been and stayed in this house in my dreams many times. this time the room layout was different, and i commented on this and the fact that I’d stayed there before. Which is weird to think about. Why do my dreams have such far reaching continuity??

Anyway, this time the layout was different, and upon being in the room for long, it was obvious there was a leak from previous storms in the area, so i set about notifying the matriarch of the family through text, which was odd since she’s usually physically present in my dreams… before I could contact her though, her younger son appears and greets us— and by younger i don’t mean much because he’s still like in his late 30s or early 40s or something… he was younger in previous dreams so i guess he aged…

Anyway, he greets us ( im with a group of people who are vaguely familiar, their faces are mish mashes of those that i know ) and asks how we are, so I respond happily that its good to see him again after such a long time, but that a tree must have hit their home because there’s a leak in the roof of the room we were supposed to stay in.

He perks up a bit in surprise, asking me to show him where and so i do, lots of idle talk ensues and it eventually gets fixed, but its also fairly obvious that this guy, who i will refer to from now on as Glasses is being very overly familiar, ie; resting a hand on my shoulder for no reason, touching my side when passing by, just being way too close to me in general.

in real life, stuff like this would send me into a paranoid frenzy, but in the dream i remember not thinking of it much. That is until something regarding his mother came up, and how she hadn’t been doing well lately up at their usual home, so that they’d probably close their guesthome so that she could spend some time healing there privately.

We were grocery shopping as a group at this point, so i wandered off and gathered things, to make what i knew would be for a grisgris to give to his mom to carry around, and a satchel to burn that evening as a good health charm or something. silly, but not out of the ordinary for me.

anyway, after all that here we are back in his truck, and while everyone else was in the second row behind, i sat in the first row behind him by myself, tapping idly on my phone and thumbing through the stuff i’d just gotten. The others behind me were embroiled in their own convos, so i decided to mention to Glasses what I’d wanted to do for his mother, asking if there was a safe place for us to burn the satchel i was going to put together.

He seemed a bit emotional at the premise, and immediately was like thank you of course, but what shocked me is that stuck his arm back and like. Rubbed my knee, but went up my inner leg way further than he needed to go. It was like my waking brain broke through for a second because for a moment a felt violently nauseous, but then it immediately faded and was replaced by me just feeling shocked and flustered.

After a few seconds he removed his hand and things progressed in the dream extremely mundane and normal, up until a definite point that Glasses had definitely dropped the act and it was just like being actively preyed upon again.

I’ve been fussing a lot about mortality and existential stuff lately ( in my head, i struggle a lot with this ) but the prospect of being assaulted killed by a man I found extremely attractive was like getting a present that i asked for or something because while nothing happened explicitly in the dream, the mere thought and prospective unease of it had me in such a state of peace i wish i could’ve stayed asleep a little longer.