I was apparently about 19 or 20 and gone home for the weekend with my boyfriend. His parents were gone but his little brother (8th grade? 8 years old?) was there. My boyfriend stayed at the house while I went out for a walk with the little brother and two of his young friends.
We were walking on a sloped hill, partly covered with grass, the rest soil and small rocks, going down into some ditch or small stream bed. I slipped (or did I?) on the loose stones and slid down the hill, losing consciousness. When I woke up, one of the boys was holding up a big chunk of concrete, threatening to bash my head in, while the little brother asked “Are you my brother’s butt buddy?”
I apparently didn’t get my head bashed in because the next thing I knew, I was at one of the neighbours houses, ringing the bell. The mother let me in and I explained to her and her husband that their son had tried to bash my head in with a chunk of rock. They called the boy in and he denied it and said I had tried to have sex with them. The parents screamed at me and I left. I then went to the other boy’s house and said the same thing to the mother, who was from India. She just nodded and said “I understand.”
Next thing I knew, I was heading across a field of well-trimmed grass (soccer field, I think), and the little brother, his friends, and several other boys all ran at me and started attacking me like a pack of wild dogs.
My boyfriend said he also had a dream last night:
He dreamed that he broke the new tiki mug I gave him for Christmas.I joked that he broke it by hitting me with it in an effort to make me stop snurfling from the congestion and let him sleep.
Updated on February 26, 2010