Terrible dream last night about being put away by my parents in a kids jail-camp with this evil woman in charge. We were all teen-agers and I was a boy (possibly gay). The woman in charge tortured us and our parents didn't believe us.
In the worst sequence a girl was kidnapped and put in a body bag and the other kids were bullied into beating her with baseball bats while she screamed and cried. I tried to look away and close my ears. The woman in charge blamed me for her beating so I would be locked up for the rest of my life. In the end the girl survived and knew I had not beaten her and there was one other person who didn't participate.
All of the kids agreed that we had to convince our parents that what was happening was illegal and each kid promised that when they got out they would convince their parents to investigate. Over the years kids would 'graduate' from the program and get out, but no one ever came for us. By the end of the dream there were three of us left - the girl who had been beaten, the guy who hadn't participated and me. We were in our forties, but still couldn't leave. We still played with toys and games like kids.
No one had ever come for us and our parents believed we were criminals who couldn't be saved. I felt like I was choking when I woke up and looking back on the dream there was no one I had recognized. But the place where it happened was a dream version of my grandmother's house and the final three kids were two older blond boys and a younger brunette girl which is the configuration of me and my siblings. My stomach hurts.
After going back to sleep I tried to re-dream it and did have some success getting saved by my father who believed me this time about the abuse. But it couldn't replace the previous dream entirely.
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