Warning: This dream includes rape. There are no graphic descriptions of it, but I just wanted to include a warning in case it might be a trigger for anyone.


Background: I'm a 28-year-old woman. My husband and I have been together for 10 years, married for 7. He is absolutely wonderful, my best friend and soulmate, and we are madly in love with each other. He's not just a wonderful husband -- he's just a great person, overall.

For some reason, whenever I dream about my husband, he's always either mean to or distant from me -- he's left me and I'm trying to get him back; he's cheating on me; so on and so on. The dream I had last night is probably the worst I've ever had about him.

Also, my husband and I are childfree by choice. We have no desire to have children (in fact, he got a vasectomy on our first wedding anniversary, haha).

My parents are also in the dream, so a little about them: I'm an only child and very close to my parents. They're very supportive and open-minded and just plain lovely.

The Dream: I was kidnapped by a man, who held me captive somewhere (the details of this part are a little fuzzy to me, but it was sort of like a hidden attic room in his house). He tortured and raped me and almost killed me. I became pregnant by him.

Finally he released me. By this time I was over four months pregnant and couldn't get an abortion. I went back to my husband, and he seemed to not really believe me that I had been kidnapped and tortured and raped. When he finally did believe me, he kept dismissing me as "overreacting" about the whole thing. He was mad because I was pregnant, and he didn't want a child, much less some other man's. He was very callous and dismissive about my torment over what had happened.

And I was indeed tormented. I was so traumatized by what had happened, having flashbacks and dealing with my pregnancy and with the fact that this crazy guy was still out there and could possibly come back and kill me. And no one cared! My parents even just dismissed me, taking my husband's side that I was overreacting.

I mainly remember the FEELINGS of the dream: that I was just so confused and lost and hurt. I wanted my husband to comfort me and listen to me and help me, but he just wouldn't. I felt so incredibly alone. I had to deal with everything on my own, and I felt like I just couldn't.

At some point, my husband, parents, and I were on a train with a bunch of other people. I don't know where we were going.