Has it ever occurred that dreams seem like reality, yet at times, reality appears to be a dream?
I am known for my memory. Not to say that I have eidetic memory, but I seem to memorize things a bit faster than most people, or so I’ve been told. I also have severely vivid dreams filled with colors and emotions, making it easy to confuse it with reality. In fact, dreams are the one things I never seem to forget.
What I remember is an old man grabbing my private parts (sorry as I have NEVER said this out loud before) over my clothes. I must have been five or six. It wasn’t in private or anything, it was actually at a party with family members and friends of family members. I did not know him. I think, if anything, it was meant as a joke. It happened, if remember correctly, on two separate occasions, but my brain may just be repeating the event.
The only reason why I even think this was possible is because I remember having sexual dreams very early in life, before I was 10, I think, of a woman doing the exact same thing as the old man had done.
Sexual dreams have always been a part of my life. This isn’t normal right? I don’t have them every night, but I had them at a very young age.
I am not writing this as a way to get attention as far more people have had to undergo far more severe forms of abuse. I do not wish to be a part of their group as they deserve more respect and understanding. This is more of a way to finally accept what I have thought about a lot within the past couple years.
Perhaps it was real, but perhaps it was a dream. Either way, I remember it like if it was yesterday.