Confrontation

Had a very choppy and busy dream, there was one part where I was walking through a crowded outdoor market after work omw home and was behind this (imaginary) lady who was higher up in my company, as we kept walking we ended up at her patio and there were a bunch of people and kids hanging around, she owned orchards and some other agriculture so I asked what was currently for sale and she said hazelnuts. But they were actually Brazil nuts (didn’t realize it in the dream). She offered for me to stay for dinner and I said sure and this kid (maybe around jr high age?) sits next to me on the couch and hands me a plate but I’m having trouble eating the steak due to teeth pain. She comes up with a cheesy omelet and I feel bad about the extra effort but am grateful. She’s done and gets up to go do her thing, by then everyone else had cleared out so I’m awkwardly sitting in the corner of this couch with my partially eaten omelet and I place it on the coffee table. The lady from before comes back and starts to cuddle me and all I could think to myself was “wasn’t she wearing a pink sweater earlier?” Cause now she was in slacks and a black bra and I was all confused like… we didn’t even discuss this tho? I mean I like this, but shouldn’t there have been some dialogue?

Then I was at a Johnathan’s house to pick something up and was petting the dogs there. I walked over to another room in the hall and yelled for his son to come out and say hi, he said sorry and didn’t realize I was over and came out. My parents were strangely with me (this is the strange part?) and we’re wandering between the kitchen and front room, people started coming over and I hadn’t realized it was a get together, the kitchen was getting busier. I saw my rapist’s son walk by me, not acknowledge me, and the. Turn his back to me while leaning against the back of a couch. I made a couple general comments loudly and he chose to ignore my presence. He was very tall now, and last time I saw him irl he was taller than me but not by much. I had decided if/when his father showed up, I was going to very loudly and aggressively detail the terrible things he did to me as a teenager so no one could look away and would have to see how he confronted the truth of his actions. Someone had made a comment to someone else about how he’d become sickly and I rolled my eyes. Eventually the door opened with another group coming in and there was my rapist, in a wheelchair, looking even worse than I’d imagined previously. He looked at least 20 years older than he actually is, he’d shaved off that awful duck dynasty level beard he had in a photo of seen, he still looked absolutely disgusting, but I recognized him instantly when we locked eyes. We never broke that eye contact when he came in and wheeled past me, and we just glared at each other. I wanted to start calling him out immediately but it was loud from all the fingers in the room and everyone was scattered. While passing me he stopped to turn in his chair and make some nasty comment, I can’t even remember what it was but I had no sympathy for whatever got him to his current state and was ready to put him in his place when I woke up.