Dream

I woke at dawn, as usual, but then went back into heavy sleep. I was a grifter, in a family of grifters. We were running a scam that involved scanning cell phone conversations from a device called an Oculus. I was carrying the Oculus in a black bag, the rest of the family all had their roles. At one point we were in a park, and then in a car — we were traveling, and stopped at a motel. All of the bags were in the hallway, by the elevator, as we sorted out our rooms. I was supposed to keep an eye on the Oculus at all times, but I must have gotten distracted, and it was missing. I went into my room — a suite, really, with a couple of rooms — and two bad guys followed me in. They were menacing, threatening, but not overtly at first. They were searching for the Oculus and I thought they already had it, but they kept asking me about it. One was youngish, a thug, overweight and shiny, and he leered at me and leaned in to kiss me. It was clearly about power, and intended as an assault. I knew I couldn’t get away, but I also couldn’t resist because they had the Oculus and I needed it back, so I tried to accept it as passively as I could under the circumstances. It was awful. He made some awful comment, I don’t remember now, and they left. I realized he had hacked my Facebook account and put up some crazy posts, and I started to delete them but realized I was late for family dinner, so I changed and went back into the hallway and met up with my (dream) mom. Somewhere in there, there was also something about a swimming pool, but I forget what now. Mom was happy to see me and I took her arm to escort her down to the dining hall. I was able to confide to her everything that happened, and she was helping me plan what to do next when I woke up.

Awake, I realized that in my dream, I was young, maybe 20s, and that it was the first time I could remember having a dream where my POV was completely invested but I was a different age. My dream mom was probably my actual current age. She was awesome. I also still felt a little like I’d been sexually assaulted.