A Disturbingly Weird Dream

I Had A Bad Weird Dream. I guess since it's getting so close to the court date that I am getting really stressed out or something. I had a really weird and quite honestly a very disturbing dream. This post is a description of this dream. I will try to keep it as short as I can and still be able to explain it in enough detail so everyone gets the idea. This description should be considered triggering for "emotionally conflicting images" and a general sense of ickyness. You will understand once you read.

This dream takes place in the courtroom and it seems to be my rapists sentencing. We are all in the courtroom; my dad, lawyer, and I are sitting in the front just behind the prosecutor. The rest of my family is sitting in the back roll on the same side of the isle as us. My rapist is there and so is his family. They are all sitting on the other side of the isle behind his defense attorneys. It looks like all of his family has shown up, but the weird thing is all the women are wearing really pretty and colorful dresses and the men are wearing tuxedos. I also notice that my rapist's lawyers and my rapist are also wearing tuxedos. The biggest difference is my rapist's tuxedo is one of those really cheesy baby blue colored tuxedos like you could picture from when your parents were kids. Although all this was really weird looking I didn't think a lot of it because I had other stuff on my mind than their messed up clothes choice. The judge walks in but he's not wearing a judges robe; instead he's dressed like the pope.

The court becomes quiet and the judge asks, "Does anyone have anything to say before sentence is carried out"?

My lawyer stands and says, "Yes, your majesty; Jaime has something to say".

I stood up and began to read the statement I have prepared. I was having trouble reading because for some strange reason the words I wrote didn't seem to make sense. All the words were there but they were out of order. I'm struggling to get through this and I can see my dad out of the corner of my eye shaking his head in disappointment. He's also sighing in frustration. I turn to look at him for support and encouragement to help me get through this and that's when I notice that he had removed his button-up dress shirt, revealing a t-shirt that read, "Don't blame me, SHE WAS A STRAY". I began to look around the courtroom and notice that everyone had the same look on their face; it was a look of confusion. People were also snickering like I was doing a bad performance or something. The judge who is dressed like a pope was dozing off and the bailiff kept poking him in the side to keep him awake. I finally finished reading my statement.

The judge then asked, "Does anyone else have anything to say before sentence is carried out"?

The defense attorney then stood up and said, "Yes".

That's when the guy who raped me stood up and began to speak. I don't remember the exact words but I do remember the gist of it. He was telling the courtroom that HE FORGIVES ME FOR ASSAULTING HIM. I was immediately thinking to myself, WHAT THE HELL. Everyone in the courtroom was nodding their heads in agreement with his statements. They believed that I was his assailant. He made his statement by memory and didn't stutter at all. He was very clear in the way he spoke like he was a professional speaker. After a few minutes he finished.

The judge said, "Would the defendant please stand for sentencing".

My rapist didn't stand-up, there was an eerie silence. I heard some giggles and then once again the judge repeated himself, "Would the defendant please stand for sentencing".

Again he didn't stand-up and the giggles and snickering in the courtroom became louder. I could tell the judge was losing patience and then he slammed his gavel onto the podium and said, "We don't have time for this non-sense. Would the court officer please make the defendant stand for sentencing"?

At that moment everyone in the courtroom turned to the bailiff and watched him as he walked not over to my rapist, but over to me. The bailiff lifted me to my feet from under my arm. I suddenly realized that I was the defendant; I was the one being sentenced. After I was forced to my feet the judge began to read the sentence, "20 years for rape, 20 years for assault, and 20 years for abduction and false imprisonment. Now get that piece of trash out of my courtroom".

I couldn't understand what was happening. The bailiff began to handcuff me and I was looking at my dad for help, but he was just sitting there reading a magazine. I called out for him but he put his finger over his mouth to tell me to shhhhh.

This is where the dream gets really weird and disturbing. As I was being escorted out of the courtroom and toward the holding cells, I heard my rapist yelling and protesting MY SENTENCE. I was placed in a holding cell and then the door was shut behind me. About five or ten minutes passed and my dad finally walked back there and told me that they have figured out a compromise that would keep me out of jail. I kept asking him, "What compromise, how am I supposed to compromise when I am the victim"?

I was walked back into the courtroom and they stood me right next to my rapists and he got down on one knee and said, "I forgive you for being the dirty little whore you are and I will marry you so that you don't have to go to prison".

Suddenly I realized why his family was wearing tuxedos.

Needless to say this is when I woke up and I wasn't able to go back to sleep.

What the heck is this crap about? It was off the chart ridicules and disturbing. I must have taken 1 too many punches to the head and have brain damage to have a dream like that.