raped

I�m by myself, walking somewhere, somewhere run down and with random alleyways, but since everything was so open, they weren�t really like alleys. They were as thin as alleys, but the walls weren�t very tall anymore. Open. So I�m walking down a flight of concrete, crumbling stairs, and I run into some guy. I recognized him from a movie or something, some random actor, and he has brown, curly hair, a wide smile and he seems generally non-threatening. False. He started to ask me something, �Do you have any�� and I could never understand the last few words. He repeated himself literally like 5 times before I said �Pancake pans?� And he simply smiled and whispered something again, and I saw a tear roll down his cheek, but it wasn�t really a tear by like a cross between a snail and a baby mouse. It had antennae like a snail, eye stalks whatever, but the entire shell looked like the furry, red body of a new born baby mouse. It was grey. But this monster also had point legs, like a spider, and it started to walk across the guy�s face. I was turning away by this time too, really, really creeped out. I turned and started walking, and I can�t remember if I ran into something, tripped, whatever, but it was something to draw the guy�s attention while I was in some semi-vulnerable state. Like he had planned it all along, he swiftly walked towards me and hooked his arm with my right, and started steering me through an alleyway. I immediately started screaming, not even bothering to question �Hey, wait�what are you doing?!� Only my screams were very ineffective. They were wispy and thin, and very rattled. They didn�t echo through any of the decrepit alleyways, and any of the people who looked at my disturbed face just kept walking. I was very scared now. We kept walking, and I may have stumbled some more, but the guy just looked at me hungrily, picked me back up, and eventually led us to our destination. I passed �Quinn� from the show �Dexter� on the way to what looked like an apartment building/room, and I only shouted his name and stared at him feverishly, trying to tell him everything that was going on with my eyes. He just smiled at me, and then I saw the door shut. Some bedroom. I only remember the room. It was very messy, like magazines strewn about and random futons. Everything was very low to the ground, and typically if you �fell� anywhere you would be at least somewhat comfortable. Typical for romping and raping around I guess. It was only here that I noticed what I was wearing: nondescript pants, a light blue-button up that fit me well, probably shoes, a bra, panties. He sat me down on the ground and started to simultaneously unbutton my shirt, unbutton his pants, and tell me a story. He was talking about the nickname people have given him, and I don�t remember what it was, but the point about him was that he could stretch your face into the widest smile you�ve ever smiled with his cock. He stared at me, and I slowly saw his lips parting, stretching impossibly wide, as if mocking my own future. The random part was that Goofy the dog was stretching across his lips as they stretched. But I guess it wasn�t that random. That image stayed in my mind, and when I saw the guy�s cock, it resembled Goofy (to me). It was just as long, flaccid, creepy. My shirt was off by now. He kept toying with my bra, like he may actually be having difficulty tearing it off. My bra was grey, I remember, and somewhat flimsy. He started to shoot cum at me, more like a fountain that cascaded down onto my head/chest/face. It was disgusting. It was warm, and very thick. It slowly oozed down my body, onto my front, and I could see that there was very much of it. He didn�t seem to notice. His cock kept flopping around like a hot dog. It was very red, and was very menacing to me. He eventually grabbed me with both hands, one hand on my left breast and the other on my waist, maneuvering and positioning me onto my stomach, on the floor. At this part of the dream, I was able to see omnisciently, which was even worse. I saw the flip my bra up above my chest, and start to grope me, smiling all the time. I started to try and scream again, to no avail. It was the same wispy, raspy sound that carried nowhere. I remember that this man never actually penetrated me with anything. It was more like lots and lots of molesting going on. But I guess you can still consider that under �rape.� A friend of his eventually showed up. When that happened, we started to move. My bra was taken completely off, and left in this room with my shirt. We went back into the open area, the broken-down alleyways. There was a computer out there for some reason, and the friend was sitting on it while I was sitting on the other guy�s lap, shirtless, with his arms around me. He was casually groping me, and I had to maintain that everything was very normal. Of course this sight wouldn�t be in real life, but in my dream, people passed me by casually. My body was very dirty, I imagine by simply walking through the area and having dust/dirt that had been picked up cling to my skin due to the drying semen. Lots of people walked past me that I could recognize; my friend Brendan, his group of friends, teenage actors I had seen in random TV shows. They all glanced at me, and started laughing while also looking disgusted. They would say things like �Did you see that?!� when they were out of sight. Eventually I saw my Aunt Linda, followed by my uncle, and then I saw my mother. I figured this was my best chance to grab anyone�s attention, so I quickly stood up from the man�s arms and started (successfully) screaming �MOM, MOM, I WAS� RAPED.� I collapsed into her arms crying, somewhat self conscious about my partial nudity.  She made no note of it, and I told her we needed to leave, quickly. We need to find her van. The rest of the dream ended very stupidly, so I won�t bother to record it. Grenades, bombs that failed, a machine gun that looked like a water gun, etc.