I don't dream about my Dad often. In fact really rarely. But yesterday me and Mum were talking about him, and crying because there is a chance that we may have to move in the future because she won't be able to run our house. And yea, we both got upset.
Then last night I dreamt of him.
I was all alone in the house and he came in. Up to my room, and pushed me onto my bed, leaned over me and told me that I was wrong. He was shouting in my face, and screaming about how I was useless, and stupid. I pushed him off me and told him to get out of our house, my heart was beating really fast and I was scared shift. He then ran across the landing and into my brothers room, where he went through his closet, taking things that he wanted to remind him of Tim. I hit him and took the clothes off of him. Dad then pushed me out of his way, calling me stupid and worthless. I then grabbed my phone and called the police, as Dad left through the front door. All the time screaming at me. I then shouted at the top of my voice that he "sexually and mentally abused me" and had no right to come back to our home. The police said that they would be on the way. Dad then hit me for that comment saying that it was all lies, and that I had no right to be saying that. Because the police station is less than 5 minutes from ours they soon arrived, just as Dad was driving his car towards me, he trapped me up against our garage door, and crushed my legs. The police pulled him out of the car, and cuffed him, an ambulance was called for me. I was in shock and fainted as they removed me from behind the car. I was carried inside and placed down on the sofa. A police man named James stayed with me, while my family was called. At that point my Mum returned after walking Sandy and was informed of what had happened to me. She cried and gave me a massive hug, but I was barely with it.
A few moments later, just after the ambulance arrived I woke up.
It was one of the scariest dreams I have ever had, and one I don't want to suffer through again.
Then last night I dreamt of him.
I was all alone in the house and he came in. Up to my room, and pushed me onto my bed, leaned over me and told me that I was wrong. He was shouting in my face, and screaming about how I was useless, and stupid. I pushed him off me and told him to get out of our house, my heart was beating really fast and I was scared shift. He then ran across the landing and into my brothers room, where he went through his closet, taking things that he wanted to remind him of Tim. I hit him and took the clothes off of him. Dad then pushed me out of his way, calling me stupid and worthless. I then grabbed my phone and called the police, as Dad left through the front door. All the time screaming at me. I then shouted at the top of my voice that he "sexually and mentally abused me" and had no right to come back to our home. The police said that they would be on the way. Dad then hit me for that comment saying that it was all lies, and that I had no right to be saying that. Because the police station is less than 5 minutes from ours they soon arrived, just as Dad was driving his car towards me, he trapped me up against our garage door, and crushed my legs. The police pulled him out of the car, and cuffed him, an ambulance was called for me. I was in shock and fainted as they removed me from behind the car. I was carried inside and placed down on the sofa. A police man named James stayed with me, while my family was called. At that point my Mum returned after walking Sandy and was informed of what had happened to me. She cried and gave me a massive hug, but I was barely with it.
A few moments later, just after the ambulance arrived I woke up.
It was one of the scariest dreams I have ever had, and one I don't want to suffer through again.
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