Of Rape and ... Monkees

A Dream of Rape and ... Monkees
I dreamt I was out at night in an apartment complex when I was grabbed from behind, my hands bound in tape and was thrown against a wall and raped from behind. I went through the whole thing with police and had follow up visits with my doctor, the one I have now. Then one day a few days later I was at a function of some kind, it was outdoors at a park and me and dozens of others were sitting at tables under a canopy and Mickey Dolenz was in the grass beside us crazy drunk and acting like a fool, yelling, bouncing around, falling down and seemed to be drinking out of a large metal can, like a kerosene can or something. Then across the lawn I saw Davy and waved, I was wearing a pretty flower print dress everyone was dressed nicely except Mickey he only had on a brown pair of jeans or coreuroy pants and no shirt, he eventually passed out in the grass. Davy walked over to us and began mingling with the group. He knew me we'd talked before but wasn't interested in me, I was wishing he was but was still preoccupied with the rape so I really didn't care. Before it got any further I woke up.