Should I go to the apartment office and report it? I’m trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight and make him leave. The reality that I haven’t had sex in close to two years starts to set in. I black out. I start to feel the effects of the drug again. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally move. He continues to thrust against me. I see blood, a lot of blood. I get up to realize my panties were missing. “It was just a dream. “Fuck me.” I say. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something hits it before my hand reached its intended target. What the hell happened?” I look around. I check the clock, 7 P.M. I know the rule that you can’t dream about someone you’ve never seen before and until today I would have accepted that as true. The reality that I haven’t had sex in close to two years starts to set in.
