The worse thing was, I didn't believe anyone was going to notice I was missing until the trail would become really cold. No one would ever find me. I would be a slave forever.
They told me that was why they were kidnapping me. I would be a sex slave. They took me to a church for a meeting. At the end of the meeting, I read a poem I had written. A man who was a part of the kidnapping attempted to shut me up, but I just kept turning away from him and got louder and louder. He snatched the paper away from me, but by that time, I was almost through and I was yelling out the bottom lines.
I never ended up having to do anything sexual in the dream, and I was telling one of the nicer kidnappers how much pain I was in at the end before I woke up. I was telling him they must have not been thinking very clearly to have chosen me to kidnap for these purposes. I was terrified they were going to kill me, but multliple sclerosis makes my body too stiff too much of the time, I am too old for this. He was nice, but he kept saying things like, "I know what you mean, but...
I am glad I woke up.
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