I was walking with my Dad and sister across a field of grass, I was all dressed up. We were going to meet my betrothed, and I was going to stay with him from now on. Then, either Jim Carrey or John Malkovich strolled up, and tried to steal me away. It wasn't scary, more like cute or amusing, and he was not successful, and I liked him, but didn't run away with him or anything. In a weird way, it was nice to feel wanted.
Another dream, I was in the bathroom stall at a university, and there was a cleaning lady in the next stall, a young man (just barely eighteen) burst into the bathroom, and busted open the door and raped the cleaning woman, except for she never complained or asked him to stop, and I don't think she ever stopped cleaning. The whole thing lasted like thirty seconds. He apologized to her, and she told him how most women didn't understand that they didn't or shouldn't make a big deal of it, it changes the dynamics of the situation, if you just accept it, it's okay, because men just need sex, and do stupid things if deprived. They were out of the stall by now, and I was completely horrified by the events and the conversation. I came out of my stall, and challenged that point, saying that most rape is about power, not sexual need. She somewhat agreed.
I was reading a feminist book last night. That's the only way I can explain the dreams. As a woman, I'm embarrassed to be having dreams where a woman is making a case that rape victims are not victims at all. Ashamed is probably more accurate.
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