nightmare

had a nightmare...gotta write about it.  the dream started out with me in a movie theater with my ex fiance josh watching a movie, after the movie was over we all stayed around and talked with each other. somehow i was with my dad and melinda driving back to their house, and when we got into the subdivision i noticed everyones garage was marked with weird graffiti. when we got to my dads house his garage was the worst. we got out of the car and looked at it all. for some reason, i had a couple picture frames of my son joshua inside the house, and one was outside on the porch on a little table. i looked over and saw that the picture was painted completely white with writing on it saying 'im glad he is dead'. after i saw that i started crying and everyone else didnt even notice the picture or something was wrong and they just went inside the house. i was still out there and this blonde kid comes up to the porch and asks me if i knew who was doing this and i told him no. even more people started showing up on the front lawn talking about what was happening. my dad came out and was talking with everyone. at this point in my dream i remember actually feeling how angry i was and hurt and everything around me was just a blur and i can only remember how i felt and that i was crying. then i heard a bunch of people screaming and looked around and saw my dad running after that blonde kid who was about 8 or so. a police car was already there and my dad caught the kid and brought him to the officer. the kid tried running away and the officer threw him to the ground and punched him and finally the kid gave up and admitted that he did it. at that point i went inside the house and saw the photo frames of joshua were also painted white and had more things written on them, like 'die' 'you should be happy he is dead', just horrible horrible things. then my dad and step mom came in with that kid, and they said he was going to stay here for a few days until the police got a cell ready for him. i couldnt talk i only could cry. still no one even noticed the pictures. this kid starts running around playing with toys and im getting more and more pissed off. my parents were just sitting on the couch like nothing was out of the ordinary. i got up and started screaming and threw the frames on the ground saying shit like 'why the hell is this kid staying here, don't you see what he did to joshuas pictures' i got a glance from them and thats it. that night they both went to work and i was alone with that kid. i was so exhausted i went in the front room by the door to make sure that i could hear something if something happened and ended up falling asleep. i woke up to the front door opening and the kid talking to another guy, about in his early 20's. he put on a black mask and started coming towards me, i started screaming and swearing and saying how could they do this, why are they doing this. the guy grabbed me and threw me against the wall and said that theres a reason they are doing this but they dont even know what yet. i got a little loose and hit him in the face. then he took his elbow and slammed me across the face making me fall to the ground and be out of it. he started laughing and told me he wanted me to show me something. he grabbed a laptop out of the next room and set it by me. he said 'while you were asleep you at least didnt fight back' and walked away. the video played and showed him putting a white cloth over my mouth when i was sleeping. im assuming it was that stuff that makes you pass out. then the whole video was of him raping me and is very clear in my mind still. i finally got the strength to get up, and i could not see either one of them or where they were. my step mom ended up coming home and i ran to her saying please call 911. she saw that my face was bleeding and she ran into the kitchen for the phone. i grabbed the photo frame and showed her and told her there was another guy here helping the kid. the guy ran into the kitchen and called us both bitches and started to come after us. he grabbed me and said 'i liked you better when you couldnt move' and punched me in the face. next to me i saw a pair of sissors and i grabbed them, stabbed him in his chest and ran back to my step mom. he was on the ground and he couldnt get back up. the kid came into the room and said that they had to do this and there was a reason for all of it. right then i woke up. i know that probably made no sense in some parts and was confusing, but i just had to get it down and write about it because it was bothering me so much.