i dream that i am on a dock, in my black bathing suit and shorts. there is a man of about 45 years of age sitting on a wooden box. i am his employee....well, more like a slave. a woman who is supposed to be my mother is working on another dock, carrying something. she and i make eye contact, hold it, and we break it with the understanding that she cares about me, but she is very weak as a human being. the man...he is overweight and dirty. he calls me and i walk closer to him. he tells me to walk closer still. i do. then his hand is on my left breast and each stroke he makes, i feel smaller and smaller. i look over at my mother and we make eye contact again. she sees what is happening and gives a look or sorrow, and i understand that she isn't strong enough to stand up for me, even to save me from this. she looks down and i turn back to the man, still touching me. he is smiling and i'm sickened. i push his hand away suddenly and he gives me a venomous glare. i'm scared now. i turn and run and he starts to run after me. i run across a different dock that is surrounded by empty one-story buildings on both sides, most of which with scattered broken windows. i run through some of them, trying desperately to get away but he keeps gaining on me. i run into one last building and i trip and go crashing into a table. the table breaks and i fall on all kinds of old, white furniture that has been broken into rubble. i'm too hurt to get up. i turn to see the man there, furious but smiling.
