I dreamed my dad and I were hugging. Then he stepped back and ran his hands really slowly and firmly down my chest across my breasts. I yelled “What are you doing?!” He responded, his exact words I can’t remember, but it was something nasty.
He left and I was crying. I wanted to tell someone so I opened my laptop. There was a pile of ten and twenty pound notes I had left tucked in it and forgotten about. I tried to type what had happened but every time I looked at the screen it had autocorrected the words to something else, so I was unable to tell anyone.
I went to sleep with some relaxing heavy metal music on. I think it was Korn.