Just woke up from a dream I was looking at houses (they were all insanely expensive) and was walking back to my car as the sun was going down and some dude was standing on his front porch staring me down, this felt more like a racist vibe than an assault thing but violence against women usually include rape regardless of motive. I wasn’t sure if he was going to try anything but I was leaving anyway. It was bright like it was afternoon again, and I was driving when a Dodge Charger police vehicle cut me off right before getting to an intersection, that guy went straight, I went right (since I bought my car, it’s been my actual car in my dreams) and started fighting with some remote / computer mouse thing in the back seat while my car autopiloted, it apparently had something to do with the car and I was punching in my Korean initials instead of my English ones (that’s unusual in this context too).
I’m in some storage area with a bunch of random stuff and see a painted bust statue of Anne with blue hair and decided to steal it back from her ex, and as I kept walking I found my area with a bunch of things I didn’t remember having, and pulled a cut up (stock paper? Thick fabric?) wig off a mannequin and switched it out for a real one, then tried a on a short pastel pink one, and then Denis O’Hare from AHS Hotel showed up as Liz Taylor and we were running through inventory when some other lady showed up and was demanding Liz go to some party with her. I leaned over and asked Liz if I could buy her a drink before she followed the other person and she said of course, then I found another wig in a gold plastic case and asked Liz if she wanted it, she said it was perfect for some costume she was doing.
We went somewhere else and found a bunch of dresses, capes, and a fuckton of fabric, and sat on this couch from the 70’s waiting for one of the dressing rooms to open when some guy comes to sit down on the couch (thanks to dream magic it’s suddenly an L shaped couch) and I’m trying to quickly grab the things we picked up and fold them / place them on the table to get them out of the way for him. He stretches out while I’m doing this and places his feet under a blanket and up against my leg. I’m pissed off, and dude is just smiling. I tell him to move his feet and he presses them into my leg, I start yelling and the people around me stare but don’t say anything or intervene. I grab his foot and flex it back trying to get him to leave and he starts laughing, then making vulgar comments about women in general (pretty much incel rhetoric) and now we’re standing in a kitchen, it looks like my kitchen in the dark irl, and I’m seeing newspaper clippings posted on the walls but it’s his shit posting, screenshots from 4-Chan, and some other forums, there was a comment about how good it made him feel when he made a group of Muslim women uncomfortable in public and he loved how they feared him. Women were not equals, they were property to be used, pushed around, and for his entertainment. So I lost it and went after him, he made the “come at me” gesture and we both pushed each other, I couldn’t reach my knives, I was too close to kick him back, I grabbed his balls and sank my nails in, tried to pull like I was going to rip them off, he just stood there laughing hysterically, I couldn’t reach his head or neck and kept punching his chest and abdomen, it was like punching through water despite putting as much power into them as I could. I woke up around here.