I had a nightmarish dream last night. It felt like i dreamt it recently. LIke i just woke up from it. It was definitely inspired by the episode of How I met your Mother last night in which a sweet looking 13 year old boy named Scott tricks Marshall by pretending to look up to him. He leaves Marshall up on the roof of his house to put up christmas lights while he has a party inside the house. He then takes a picture of his penis using marshalls phone as potential blackmail. 

first… hm. I’m remembering the begginning now. 

i/the main character/very muscular righteous white man/later became Alex James was playing this tackling game. There was one guy there who was really intense about it. I also remember there being lots of different ages present. young boys and middle aged men were all dressed in these TINY ridiculous booty shorts, and the really intense guy was making it pretty clear that the fun part of the game was tackling the boys and then rubbing yourself all over them. When I/handsome man didn’t rub my self all over the boys but instead played the game intentionally the other players, especially the intense guy, got mad at me. 

The next thing I remember which was clearly after the rugby type games was me/alex james running away from really intense guy who seemingly had turned into or had always been a young good looking teenager (12/13-years-old). The next part I remember the though Alex was thinking to himself very clearly. I/Alex was dressed in drag. I had gotten away from him, off the field, and inside what seemed like a school building. He had given me a rape drug and since I was wearing high heels I fell multiple times. I was really scared he would catch up me. He was coming after us with a weapon he had fashioned with razor blades. he kept punching, kicking, stabbing, cutting us. I ran into the bathroom as Alex and hid myself in the large bathroom. I hoisted myself up so he couldn’t see me if he looked under the doors. When he came in I prepared myself to swing down and kick him in the chest. But he was really mean, and VERY TRICKY. then somehow a female bodied friend joined us who apparently had also been running away from him with us. More action/cutting ensued. Whenever we would try to hurt him back to defend ourselves he would remind us…. “Go ahead break my finger. It’s not like everyone will think you were trying to rape me” We finally found people to help us but it turned out they were his supporters. Apperently he did this a lot and had therefore established an adoring group of grown ups that believed him and protected him from “perverts and rapists”.  We tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. On our way out we passed throught this room which was completely dedicated to him. It had his name on huge signs and booths and posters all singing his praises. As we got out of the building and walked towards the car we saw the monster kid crying to his father and I recognized the father as a friend on the rugby team. this made my heart sink.

We were finally in the car, and at this point i was waking up so I knew I was in my bed. But I was also in the car with them and although I had things to do in the dream I wanted stick with my friends to process what had just happened. Alex and the girl said, i though you said you wanted to go out for a drink or something. I having forgotten (that why I was in bed) said OH, yeah! and then realized I was in my bed and thought I would have to get out to rejoin them in the car/my dream.

That’s when I really woke up, still slightly traumatized by being chased and cut.