I had a nightmare. Some of it is lost forever, but I remember all the key terrifying parts of it. A few of my friends and I were in a house, the layout of it was similar to my own. I remember the master bedroom being a baby blue color, and there was no bed, just a few chairs, and I think everything on the floor was covered with those sheets you put down when you paint a room. There was this girl in there, about my age, that was lesbian, and she kept my friends and I trapped in the house because she wanted me. The next thing I remember is having to always keep watch of my friends because the second I looked away they were killed, and their bloody corpse was displayed for me to see. Finally, after finding a friend with a slit throat hanging from a pole in the bedroom that would be mine in real life, I had had enough, and could only surrender to save my friends. I went to the girl, and she was pleased. She had me remove my shirt and bra and began to lay her hands on me. That is the last thing I remember. I think one of the worst parts of waking up was realizing that I don't remember her face, or any aspect of it except race, which was white. I've named her the Agra Girl from the word agraphobia, the fear of sexual abuse, which I beleive is possible this nightmare may have given me.

Often when you dream about a dangerous stranger whose features you can't really make out, that person is really your shadow, a part of your personality that you don't want to admit exists and try to hide away, but it comes out in your dreams.

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The dream could have to do with sex, but a sex dream sometimes isn't about sex, it's about integrating different parts of yourself and learning how to accept everything about yourself.