I start this dream with a group of girls in a sleepover-type set up.(I feel like we're probably in our mid-teens) investigating one of the girls' old houses. It turns out the house is some kind of family heirloom. In the dream, we are supposed to be related somehow but none of the girls hold any realistic place in my memory or my family. Now would be a good time to mention that I don't really look or seem at all like me during most of this dream.

In the house, we uncover a weird collection of papers that turns out to be a series of poems - each involving different generations of this family. The poems all describe the same scenario - an uncle molests some of the younger girls in the family. Some of the poems are even written by the uncle himself. We all knowingly turn to one of the girls - this is the proof she is looking for.  I know at this point that she was molested when she was younger and her mom flat out refused to believe her - even ignored and shunned her.

Suddenly we're in a court room. I am an outsider during this part of the dream. The mentioned mother is standing up straight with a cigarette in her mouth and a huge cell phone covering up the other side of her face. She is talking but I'm not sure what about. It seems the little girl standing next to her is the main part of the courtroom. the mother is just there. The girl (I'm guessing the same girl from above) is now only about ten years old. She says "Mommy Uncle Steve molested me" (I personally don't have an uncle Steve). The mother says "That's nice. I have to take this call." The judge asks for proof and the girl shows the poems. The judge makes the mom hang up and accuses her of neglect. The mother still does not believe the little girl. The girl gets very angry and starts crying.

Suddenly we are adults again. The molested girl is a chunky middle aged lady dressed in all black. She is with her  husband. Through some type of family argument, she gets pissed off and pulls out a gun. A fairly long shooting scene ensues. It starts out with her valiantly shooting the offending uncle but then she seems to get blood crazed and moves immediately on to her mother and her own husband. This is when i find out - or remember - that even though she is married, she is still a virgin - even though this fact conflicts with the uncle thing I believe it to be true.

We have moved on to a different storyline now that the molesting uncle is out of the picture. I finally join the ruckus and try to calm her down to no avail. She then decides to shoot my husband (random guy I don't know) and then me while we sit in a truck. She successfully shoots him - I don't seem to have a response to this - I fall out and behind the side of the truck in an attempt to hide from her. She tries to shoot the truck gas tank so that it will blow up in my face and some glass hits me but not enough to smoke me out.

This is a game to her now. She is playing with me. She comes up against the truck and we teeter totter back and forth for a bit. her taunting me the whole way. She goes around one way, I go around the other. The truck also seems to move with this (kind of Jurassic Park style). Eventually she grabs me and I disarm and her and point the gun at her head. When I pull the trigger,  the gun clicks but doesn't go off. She starts laughing. I say "wouldn't that have been disappointing if you had tried to shoot it and the same thing happened?" She starts wresting again.

I get her pinned to the ground and push the gun against her neck and with enough pressure it goes through her neck (don't know how) - this reminds me of a similar theme in some of my dreams where I'm trying to kill someone with a very inefficient weapon and nothing is doing any real damage but it's all traumatizing me - like stabbing someone with a fork- anyway, I scream something about her not being a virgin now! and now what? her boyfriend turns out not to be dead yet and suddenly I'm held responsible for causing those wounds. I remember causing them vividly now as well - despite being in third person mode while they were occurring. The other family members are also still alive. This all takes place in a field. We argue a bit before I return to my bed.

I am me again for this last part (I was probably beginning to wake up). My friend sam and I are sitting on the bed together reflecting over these events - though they seem different in retrospect. Someone (a female) comes in and asks me why I'm next to sam. I say Sam is cuter. My current boyfriend (in real life) suddenly appears into the scene and he gets up in a goofy silly way and says "What? i am so much cuter." I say "But I've known Sam longer so he has the advantage." he says "That doesn't make sense! And I'm your boyfriend" He laughs. he's being playful.

Then I wake up.

Last night's dream was fairly dull. I kept replaying the same scene over and over- sometimes it played out with different reactions and sometimes it played out like the first.

The sequence:

My mother asks me what I am doing and when I refuse to answer she tells me that we obviously aren't very good friends. I get very angry and basically start yelling at her. She, instead of getting defensive, takes the calm "I'm not the one doing anything wrong here" approach (not on par with my mother's usual reactions). In some versions, I refuse to tell her what I'm doing and she starts growling at me.

After this, I use a cure light wounds on myself (or some similar weird d&d potion) and my boyfriend starts to argue with me about whether it was the right time to use it or not. Sometimes this turns into a big fight. Once or twice I "go back in time" and put the potion away without using it. This scene, by itself, repeats about ten times before I finally wake up. The using of the potion is only divided up by snippets of conversation. I don't remember much of the conversation but it usually was with me on the offensive side of some argument.

That's all I can remember at the moment.

I went to visit my mom (though not in her current place and she looked completely different) and she had a guy over (which, in itself, is odd because my mom is single, overweight and lonely in general). Nonetheless, the guy was fairly attractive and about my age. He had a weird gothic look about him with a mohawk and such – which I’m usually not into. There was obviously sexual tension between the two, but for some reason my mother kept leaving us alone in the house together to go garden (totally out of character). Every time she left the room he would begin to get much closer to me in a weird seductive way and I was just flat-out resisting the whole time mainly because I know how horribly lonely and possessive my mother is.

As soon as he would work up to getting me into his personal space, my mother would rush back into the house and, seeing what he was doing, she would get frustrated and just try to glaze over it by acting cheerful about me being there (apparently she hadn't seen me in a while) and showing me some of her new jewelry (which all had little bells attached to it).

At this point we are all around the house holding bells and there are little chains of bells hung up everywhere (or were they there before as well – I don’t remember). During one occasion when she left the house, I went to go follow her out and he follows. We come up to a beaded wall of the bells and both try to squeeze through the same opening, when he presses up against me in the opening, I back up and away and he looks at me and says "why did you have to back away? I wanted to kiss you. Or, rather, I felt that you wanted me to kiss you and was going to indulge you" to which I simply respond "you're very arrogant" and that was about the time that I left the house.

When I came back into the house I found them in a compromising position – well, flat out having sex in the bedroom. I bustled out of the room and just ignored it and my mom got dressed and guess what? Went out to garden again. This time the guy came on really strong he was saying stuff like "you don't like that I fucked your mother huh? I just shoved it into that ham blah blah blah" and I took off. He was right behind me the whole way and eventually succeeded in chasing me up about ten flights of stairs while trying to touch or kiss me. Finally I get to the top of this building and I'm cornered (and very sexually aroused despite this being pretty gross). At this part he finally just grabs me and I jump over the railing and land into a pool below. As I surface from the pool my mom is there and just about to kick me out. Then I woke up.

I was incredibly sexually aroused the whole time and mostly fearful of my mom's reaction rather than the guy's persistence.

I usually have a hard time getting to sleep and when I do, I am a very light sleeper. This leads to all sorts of weird lucid dreams and my remembering them perfectly when I wake up. This has led me to the decision to start documenting my dreams.