I just woke up from a dream. It’s 2.40am and I’m lying on my own bed feeling angry and violated.
The dream was fuzzy, at one point was in the toilet washing my hands and an asshole started grabbing my balls from behind. I struggle to get free and attempt to elbow my assailant but he continued to grope me. I managed to turn around and see it was the bastard from the flat above ours.
I thought I'm passed it but it looks like subconsciously I'm still holding a grudge against the degenerate from entering our house without permission. I suppose it will never go away, just blocked in some corner of our consciousness till one day it decides it wants to come up for a spin.
This also explains why I will always remember another incident where my decency was violated. I was maybe 13-14 years old at the time. I was at what is now branded as JCube to catch a movie. As I stand in the moving crowd someone suddenly grope my crouch out of nowhere. I frantically looked around to see if I could find who did that but there was too many people moving past me. Then a couple minutes later I happened again and then a few minutes later again. I was dumbfounded and in shock ... thinking back I should have moved away from the crowd and park myself against a wall to stop this from repeating. But I guess I was young and naive and probably not sure what to do at the time. So a bloody gay faggot (or it could be a group of them) was molesting me multiple times.
There is very little I remember of my youth but this incident is forever inched in my memory.































