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I think I was at a beach, but the ground was grassy and a line of trees blocked me from the sand and a little of the view. I was lying on a chair when I remembered I had to be somewhere. I sat up and saw a sponge you use to wash your dishes with. it was covered in soap, so I decided to just wash off right there. A man suddenly appeared in front of me as I scrubbed my arms and moved to my legs. "I want to have a baby with you" he said and I ignored him, but got a little freaked. "Can we have a baby?" He asked. I replied with a simple 'no' and continued to scrub my thighs then moved to my stomach. "Please? I want you to have a baby!" I ignored him again but he reached for me. I pulled away and he started walking closer so I started running down a sidewalk to a building about twenty yards away. I could here him behind me.

I ran into the building to get away from the man. It was strange like a grocery store with shelves fifty feet high and one hundred feet long. The store was dim as people shopped around. I saw a group of guys standing around and the man from earlier talking to them. The boys suddenly turned to me and smirked. I took a step back and they ran towards me. I turned on my heel and ran quickly in the other direction. I could hear them running after me, but I didn't want to turn and see. I found someone and began talking to them. The boys circled around me, but didn't approach because of the person I was with. They didn't move until the girl left me. They started walking towards me to intimidate me (it worked! I was terrified) and I began to run again. I could hear them chasing me and getting closer. I could sense their thrill in chasing me which made me even more scared. I felt a tug on my arm as one of them wrapped their hand around my wrist. The jerk backwards woke me up.

Weird right? What do you think was going on?

What do you think about the dream in general?

My father had his moment when he was a total jerk and sometimes inconsistent. I don't call hitting with a belt or hands in frustration/anger spanking; I call it hitting. To me hitting is hitting. Some trivial things, I got hit and when I was once suspended in 8th grade for 5 days, I was immediately forgiven and even excused.

Moments he was a jerk:
2nd - 3rd grade: hit with a belt in frustration and anger for not getting the right answer to math homeworks on time or not being a fast learner. Another time it was for not learning how to use the ruler properly nor measure inches in a math problem.

5th grade: chased (well obviously a kid is going to run too; do you expect them to stay still and like getting hit with a belt) and locked myself in the bathroom for an hour or so. All that for not knowing how to properly operate a remote control as he was ''trying to teach'' me but got very impatient by the 3rd explanation and I ran fast as soon as he showed up with a leather belt. Then he had the nerves to ground me (that was his secondary option if he didn't get to use the belt) and nearly cancel my 11th b-day... as if I had done something wrong. Till this day I can't understand what I did wrong in not learning fast.

Threatened to be hit with a belt:
Both times in my freshman year of HS. One for losing a golden bracelet my political aunt had given me on my birthday. Last he ever threatened to use that (one month before my 15th b-day), he gave me some money to spend it and I bought a new pair of jeans with it. I didn't know this was going to make him furious, so once again I locked myself in the bathroom and my mother had to calm him down.

What I learned:
- Absolutely nothing
- Not to do that to a child if I ever had kids
- How scary a man in his full rage can turned; that contradicts his protective instinct because how is he (esp your own father) protecting you if he's hitting you with a belt or threatening to use it
- Have an increasing desire towards finding a mild tempered man that's against hitting a child (that we're on the same page)