I have many dreams in the past, but this was the most perplexing one I’ve dreamed…
I once dreamed that I was an exorcist studying in this castle like dorm school with everyone I knew. There were 2 souls pestering me. One possessed my youngest brother then one of my girl bffs. After dealing with that soul, I was chased down by it’s brother who possessed my crush. He looked different (hot, as I later remembered, but still horrifying) With his body, it chased us (me & my girl bffs). As we tried to shake him off our tail, we got separated in the AVR. At that time the large room has our green tables (from the conference room) arranged in this maze-like order outside the maze I spotted some of my classmates shaking in fear. I ran until I noticed 2 of my male bffs. I tried to call out to them but it seemed they were petrified in their sleep. I looked behind me & their he(it) was, looking at me like a predator would with his prey. I tried to move but I was frozen in my place, making it easier for him (it) to grab my arms & throw me on top the desk. I was now pinned to the table, his (Its) hands felt warm as he lifts my skirt and feels my thigh. Instead of feeling aroused, I felt horrified. This isn’t him, he could never do this to me. As he reached my p****** (god, why am I not wearing my shorts in my dreams?), he stopped. His predatorial eyes went back to normal. In his state of shock, he lets go of me as if in disgust as he registers what happened. Meanwhile, I was on cloud 9. He is back. I hugged him tightly, as I said warmly to him “I’d rather have you hate me than have you touch me against your will.” Then my stupor broke as I heard his voice laced with another’s deep voice whose malice can be heard from, “Did you really think all this is over?” He (It) then returned our position. Good thing the bell rang and the teacher came in. He(It) then whispered in my ear “WE’ll continue this later”. He lets go & left to sit at the other side of the room. I remained on the spot in shock, not registering the lesson until the bell rang. That’s when I ran to the nearest exit. I kept on running, meeting with my friend whom I now tried to protect. We ran until a group of girls pulled us in this room. We locked the door behind us as we ducked down. The temp dropped. “She’s here, try not to create a noise & DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR” One of our classmates said. Before I was awakened, I heard her say “You owe me”.

When I recounted this to my friends, everyone thought I was lying to them about what I felt when my crush (Or rather his body) attacked me. Even I myself found it odd as to why I only felt aroused when I was conscious to remember, but knowing who really wanted to attack me was the peg that takes out the romance part.