Saturday night, I had a nightmare. Every fiber of my being was screaming in accusation at a female dance teacher, let's call her Jess, who I believe was an accomplice in my assault ( I was kicked very very hard by a black belt in the butt and vagina from behind in August at the front door of a dance studio for "inappropriate" dancing months earlier). Let's call the man who kicked me Steve.

I saw the cruelty in the assault. My dream told me it was planned. I saw Jess at a bookstore a few days before the assault. I bragged a little about my daughter being in a play. We didn't talk long. My dream voice screamed, "you sent Steve to assault me because I spoke to you once at a bookstore!" My dream voice noted Steve had an active accomplice because he knew when to meet me at th door as soon as I got there. Jess was probably outside and texted him.

I texted Jess when I was semi-conscious on social media. Just about how I'd seen Deadpool and was scared by kicking, and wanted a refund for Steve's class from being assaulted. Really wasn't awake when I sent that. Hoped she would ignore it.

The next morning at church, the priest who is friends with Steve on social media, and who I've been nervous will hear bad things about me from Steve, suddenly wanted to talk to me.he started with saying how he had been given a heavy cross and wished had a lighter one. My smart mouth kicked in and I said " we must choose the heavy cross because suffering is part of life in the Catholic Church" I swear I was having a panic attack.we traded cross metaphors and talked about my daughter's play until he got up. But I realized my assault was absolutely real and that Jess and Steve were very nervous about that message to have gotten a priest involved.

I just can't believe the level of evil here.