I first remember being in the woods at night with a man I understood to be my husband, although I don't actually recognize who the man was. He looked somewhat like Jack Nicholson from The Shining. He was trying to show me how to bait a hook (I think we were going to go night fishing) but I kept messing up. He shoved me hard out of the way, aggressively snatched the hook from my hands, and proceeded to berate me with insults, calling me stupid among other terrible things. I told him I was going to go back to the house, and walked off alone out of the woods. As I approached the house, I noticed it was the house I grew up in surrounded by a short stone fence (it was slightly below my boobs in height- I think it was influenced by Minecraft, as I recently built a protective cobblestone fence around my base!). I walked into the gate and thought to myself that I should lock him out. I had memories of him being horribly physically and emotionally abusive to me and thought this was my one chance to buy myself some time and call the cops. I knew I had to act fast because he would come home soon, and once he found out I locked him out I knew he would become mad enough to kill me. I quickly locked the gate (it was just a single button on the other side that clicked in when you pressed it) and darted inside the garage door.
Once inside the house I grabbed the cordless phone and sprinted to the front door to lock it. I heard my husband get to the front gate outside, realize it's locked, and immediately start yelling, calling me awful names and threatening to hurt me. I realized that I didn't lock the garage door (which would be the first one he would come to once he gets past the gate), so I ran back to the kitchen to do that, thinking the entire time he would come bounding in any second and kill me. I managed to get to the door and lock it, then pressed a button on a security system next to the door to arm it. I then sprinted upstairs, calling 911 as I ran to my room. I heard a woman's voice on the other line say, very rudely, "You dialed the wrong number! You can't just dial 911, you have to also dial 067-" (she spouted off a whole string of numbers but I don't remember everything she said!). At this point I heard the front door get bashed open and my husband cry aloud, in a crazy, sing-song voice, "Where arreee yooouuu?" The woman on the other line finished criticizing me then said, "but I'll connect you this time." I heard my husband get to the stairs, so I ran to Anne's room since mine doesn't have a lock. I made a plan to climb onto the roof out of the window and hide from him until I could get connected to the police. As I ran into Anne's room, I was followed by our beautiful and beloved cat (I remember hoping that my husband wouldn't hurt her while looking for me). I tried to turn on the lights, but he apparently cut the power! I noticed the entire wall connected to the window I was going to climb out of was gone; it was just a hole leading to the roof and outside air. Still waiting to be connected to the police, I ran onto the roof, jumped down to the ground below, and sprinted towards my neighbor's house/woods. I jumped over our fence then ducked down behind a bush. I could see my husband standing on the roof I had just jumped from, scanning the perimeter for me; I felt lucky that I had the sense to hide! FINALLY, I heard a voice on the phone say, "911 what's your emergency?"
In a shaky whisper I managed to say, "Help me, my husband is going to kill me. Please come to.." (I spouted off the actual address of the house I grew up in.) I saw my husband jump down from the roof and approach the stone gate. The moon was bright enough that I could make out his expression- an evil grin. I'm only a few feet away, huddled behind a small bush, so if the police don't come soon I know he'll find me. I hear sirens and see blue lights driving up the road towards my house. I see my husband look over to them, shake his head, then look over in my direction and say "you bitch" in a joking kind of way. The police come up and apprehend him, so I run from my hiding place towards them at the gate. My husband immediately grabs me by my hair and tells me how he's going to hurt me once he gets out of jail (he said some pretty awful, f'ed up things I don't wish to repeat, but just know it was pretty graphic and horrific). The cops pulled him off me and took him to their cars.
The dream cuts to me trying to quietly maneuver in the dark towards the woods behind my house. I understood it to be a few years after my husband's arrest- he has come back for me after he was let out of jail! He was talking in his creepy, sing-song way again, asking me to come out and talk to him. I knew he had a gun. I was creeping quietly behind him and could see him scanning the perimeter for me. I noticed a package on the ground in front of the garage; in big letters it has printed "The best damn leggings you'll ever buy!" For a brief moment I think to myself, "I hope he doesn't steal these! I really need leggings!" I hear him scoff about my package and say , "what do you need those for? I'm sure your ass is too big to fit in these!" (Honestly, he's probably right but still- RUDE!). The dream cuts to me sprinting in the woods. I hear my husband and another woman chasing me and yelling at me from behind. They're shining flashlights at me that illuminate my path. I see a ravine and slide down. It's leading towards an enormous lake. I'm sliding bipedally, as if surfing. I notice the woman sliding next to me. She looks frantic and tells me she just needs to talk to me. I somehow understand that she must have fallen in love with my husband while he was in jail and wanted to help him murder me so she could be with him. I make the plan to grab an approaching tree branch in my path before falling into the lake to hopefully cause her to fall into the lake without me. I woke up before I could carry it out. Very stressful!
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