I had a dream about HIM. The Uncle who molested & raped me. In my dream we were at my home/mothers home, my grandpa was here and then most of my family was here visiting him. Then I saw HIM, they forced me to say hi to him but I wouldn’t budge and he persisted, they wanted to act like nothing was wrong. My grandpa noticed something was off and asked why I wouldn’t say hi to HIM and so I was forced to say hi. He hugged me 🤮🤮🤮 he was pulling me in squeezing the shit out of me as I tried pulling away. I was so upset I pushed him off me and somehow found myself wrapping my arms around his neck without realizing it was him. When I found out it was I felt sick to my stomach and ran to my room. I started bawling my eyes out, wondering why my family couldn’t protect me why they let him come around. I knew why they had to hide it from my grandpa but for my mother to allow him in our home, as I wept I cried out as to why my family wouldn’t believe me, when everything I said was real. After that I woke up frowning and crying tears coming out of my eyes, my heart felt crushed and I just wanted someone to hold me so I just held my daughter as I tried falling back to sleep. Again I had the same dream, same setting and then HE showed up in my room. He was asking me what was wrong and I went OFF! I started yelling at telling him HE knew what he had done! That I was sick of him acting innocent, it hurt so bad that my family believed him over me! I wish he was dead and idk how many other things I yelled at HIM, and then went off about my family again how it wasn’t fair, then finally told him to get out. I woke up again and I was so confused as to why I was having these dreams. I do feel like this in real life, I feel like my family doesn’t believe me because I decided to tell my family at age 21 the truth. Ofcourse no one believed me not even my own mother, she has doubts and it hurts. Yes at first I wasn’t so sure but because I lied to myself for years that it was just a dream. He did this to me while I slept, but I knew deep down what he did, I would wake up with my pants unbuckled, and he woke me a few times not meaning to but I knew. He wasn’t the only one, it happened to me by 3 other “men”. I feel like my childhood was ripped from me because I started thinking about sex at such a young age when I shouldn’t have, I often think if none of this ever happened if I would’ve been normal. Not be have chronic depression, anxiety, feeling the need to be loved. 😞 I even have trouble having sex now I feel disgusted with myself, I am a work in progress and have to keep my head up, I will not let them win.