I'm in a little bedroom, in a large bed.

My Mom is to my left, on a computer.

Then I look to my right and I see an acquaintance of mine. We sometimes talk casually, but we're not really friends.

My doll Molly (that I've had since I was four) is in between me and my acquaintance, then I move her to talk to him better.

Then suddenly he rips the blanket off me and starts trying to rape me.

My Mom is just sitting there.

Then my Mom just glances over, gets out of the computer chair, and just starts screaming at him to stop it, stop it.

Then the scene switches.

I'm at my friend's house. My whole class is sitting on her stairs, and there's this other classmate of mine, we'll call him classmate 2. He's in front of us all, and so is his female friend (classmate 2 and I used to be best friends, but he's kind of an ass now).

Then they start doing this weird little dance thing, and they're singing, and the song is basically about me being a whore, and that I never was raped.

So I go up to them, and I walk up to the female friend and say "f**k you!" and then I go over to him, punch him in the nose and say "and f**k you, too!"
And then I just stalk off up the stairs, probably stepping on people on the way.

Then I go into my friend's room, and her and my other friend are standing there smoking a cigarette.

I just start crying, and they come over and give me a hug, the ash falling into my hair.

Then I wake up.